You have to stay a slumdog at heart. - SJ 2.21.2009
Luxury, comfort, choice, and distraction can glut the imagination and can cool a hot blood braggadocio. What I mean is, it’s amazing how plenty can lead to nothing. It’s in deprivation that creates need, and need hones the mind to search itself and we call the search yearning, and the yearning creates urgency. Urgency creates the energy to grasp for something beyond ourselves, and that beyond is always something erotic and transformative. And of course, I am talking about what writing a song means to me.
You have to stay a slumdog at heart. I think ultimately, luxury repels me because it keeps me away from the urgency that is the song in my heart. Speaking of Slumdog Millionaire, I love this movie. I hope it wins everything. I love all of Danny Boyle’s movies. Trainspotting is one of my favorites of all time. Really great movies are like collective dreams or parables for ourselves. I think part of Slumdog’s power comes from that the boy, Jamal-- he is a parable for India itself. India is about to arrive. India is about to win the lottery, but look at all the shit they had to go through to get there. They may have won the lottery, but they’ve earned it in blood.
Perhaps, Slumdog resonates in the US because the last eight years with George Bush have been a rigged mafia game show. But you can’t keep the slumdog’s down. How does this all tie together? It doesn’t—I just wanted to talk about how much I love Slumdog Millionaire. But then again, the way I feel this Saturday, with this desperate urgency to finish this album, that my band and my friends and you all are waiting for, is I know I have to keep willing to bleed for it if it’s ever going to mean a thing. And if that sounds a little terrified, well, you’re right.