Sparklehorse
Someday I Will Treat You Good

There is no need to force oneself to be someone else, something else. Simply, be. Just look at the fragile determination of a Vic Chesnutt.

But Mark Linkous is also the emblem of the predestined. Not to suicide. But to surrender to the foolish belief of expecting who knows what from life. One must know how to travel and dream. Always have the preferred horizon ahead and not spend years, time, and decades in hopeful decay.

Like a building in ruin.

Look at those enormous pavilions. Those thinking stalactites charged with vibrations. It is right there that one should aspire. To erect a completely personalized structure, unconditioned by duties, routine, and obligatory pleasures.

I will never marry, I will never go to the park with a child, destined to live in your home and to have to be your son. Why? Why go out on a Sunday evening, craving shadows, artificial lights, and sterile relationships with bartenders and friends? How beautiful is a lake, a sunset, staring at a shrub, a countryside, the tall grass for a few minutes and playing with the faces of the clouds. Anyway, no one will shape my world... even though, deep down, I wish they would.

Here, this is what listening to a song by Mark explains. Just in analyzing the voice, the timbre, and fantasizing about his state of mind at the moment he wrote it. "Cow" is the missing piece of the Seventies. But without having to historicize everything and everyone, like that crazy lyrical I of Keats with the Grecian urn, let’s enjoy the eternal character of art.

"Someday I Will Treat You Good" is not a copy of Nello Giovane and not even an imitation of Dinosaur Jr.'s "Little Fury Of Things." It is the dawn of a free spirit, too imprisoned by clichés. Damned conventional mental doctrines...

Those who produce art will never live. Those who live will never be able to create art.