Kid A ~ In Rainbows
I think it’s the same as with literature and with art. Like a lot of the time you confuse the personality with the piece of work. It ultimately doesn’t do anyone any favours, you know. In a way it negates the work as well because what can happen is that essentially, if you’re an artist, like Rothko, and you choose to kill yourself, then that colours the work forever more which is totally not the point, and not only that but it destroys the work for anybody, like you know..There’s a Rothko room in the Tate in London, and kids go in there they go “Wow! This is great!” and all they see is the joy of the colours in the paintings, and all the adults see is some poor sod who killed himself.