audiobiography: punk me tender

art, Audiobiography, Vinyl Cut Prose

The Audiobiography series invites artists to narrate the first-hand account of their lives (thus far) through soundtrack as score. A sonic signature in framework, fashion and function, Audiobiographies explore the lives of creatives through the universal language of music… that cosmic connective chord maintaining said constellation’s lived terrestrial tapestry animating this world.

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The mysterious artist Punk Me Tender is known for his very graphic, raw form of art. … Like many artists, Punk Me Tender doesn’t have a strategy for his art. He only acts based on instinct and doesn’t follow any rules.

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First things first:

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(effectually, stream of consciousness conversational riffs with creative work in the world)

Punk’s pieces amplify guerrilla art’s definitive deviation from the established normative constructs in-and-of fine art convention. Compositions find harmony in the consummation between abstract and concrete… ultraviolet symphonic imagery evoking visceral engagement between feminine form and masculine technique. In a textbook term: Rebel Romanticism.

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Mutinous matriarchs survey urban scapes through pastel-sprayed ocular veils, porcelain and onyx converge, femme frondeurs don monarch wings of triumphant metamorphosis; floral couture and chandelier corsets, shattered chrysalis shells trail beneath nocturnal parchment.

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Letters to a Pop Poet: “Million Reasons”

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Welcome, welcome back… #howdypartner

So it is, and here we are … again, again. Another release, another write to go left… I still can’t help it, it just happens; I still love my life, I still love this record, and yet, I still don’t like pretense, that said —

Pretense:

So, since Joanne “is like, you know, Lady Gaga if you erase all the fame,” which is all well and good and full-stop brilliant, and since we know for sure the album is an entirely autobiographical work from the lady behind the fame, you might ask:

“What’s the point in delving into a work which said lady has already placed meaning and quite fully explained?”

(Likely in not so many syllables, but you’re not me elaborating on what you, an imaginary reader, might or might not say or do, so, alas, I digress, proceeding…)

I like conversations and dialogues #shockofallshocks There’s always an alternate perspective, an element which has not been brought to light, that other manner in which something can be read, regardless of if at the genesis it was “right.”

So, here, I didn’t go into “Million Reasons” with any rhyme or reason to wax or wane poetic, and it would be disgraceful to critique or analyze an autobiographical work as such (I mean, how, can you possibly judge someone else’s expression of their perspective on their own life). I didn’t intend to write about it, it just… happened. I was making breakfast, pouring over coffee, and a verse into the tune, it hit me: Rilke.

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