I seriously doubt that most of you posting about him even knew who he was before today.I find it hard to call semen on the Post art, I mean I see that shit everyday. And also, a tag on the wall of a bridge isn’t art, either. Not saying grafiti isn’t art, just a tag isn’t . When I pee at bars and write “PAYNE” on the wall like I usually do, it’s not art. And also, I’m gonna just start photographing my friends at night after we drink, maybe then I’ll get into galleries. And don’t say that I don’t get it, or that I’m insensitive. I “get” “art.” I’m an “artist.”
The only thing that’s tragic is that someone died at a young age who was a creative and engaging human, who had a lot of good friends and charisma. The tragedy is the the world lost someone who actually thinks, instead of someone who is an idiot.
Again with the beer buying.
But more to the point, I love how some folks will get all riled when people begin to broadcast the death of a young person—particularly an artist or songwriter or band leader. It reminds me of people who get pissed off when you start listening to some band they “discovered.” Like, OMFG! I can’t believe you’re listening to them now. You didn’t even care about them six months ago, wtf are you doing enjoying them now?
You should be glad I’m enjoying them now, motherfucker. If saps like me and the rest of these schmoes don’t enjoy them now, they’ll cease to exist. And in the case of Dash Snow, homeslice supersonicelectronic from above should not be saying, “I seriously doubt that most of you posting about him even knew who he was before today,” like some kind of art-fag version of the Simpsons Comic Book Guy. Instead, supersonicelectronic should be kicking his own ass for not being a better champion of someone whose work he beleived in.
Dash Snow is dead. Be glad he’s getting some attention. Better that than lying face down in the gutter in the rain and forgotten, even by those who knew him first.
