I think I understand now why John Lennon used his fame to make big statements: because to express creativity, to give it form, is a beautiful thing, but even when it takes shape into some great piece of wisdom, there is no action behind it. No movement.
Making music is great. When we’re on it, we’re really on it, and it’s encouraging when we hit a wall and then manage to break through it. And we’d all be lucky and thankful to have even a handful of people who can hear what we do and say, “Hey, that’s just…wow.”
Still, I’d like to know that whatever I––we–– create is doing something; that the reaction it elicits is a good and tangible thing. Something we can point to and say, “Ah, see. We’ve made a difference.” And if what we create won’t do that for us, then you can be damn sure I’ll be like John Lennon, or Bono, or Joan Baez, even, using whatever influence I earn to get shit done. But, really. (Because seriously Johnny, what changes were made from your beard or your week under the sheets? No kidding.)