Hi there, whereever you are.
I don't know what to say, there's too much to say. Or too little. It happens when you're overwhelmed. And whenever it happens, I just resort to a dry truth.
Born in 1970, living in North East Italy, Italian, male. I'm here because John Maus is the first musical/intellectual/emotional phenomenon that shakes me in years. Yes, I know I'm late, probably I was sleeping, or I was too absorbed in something else.
I love his music, but not because I love the eighties. The eighties, for me, were the ones described by Killing Joke. "I have to push, I have to struggle". I love his music because he really is a time traveller, although only intellectually and not physically. But I like to think H.G. Wells would be pleased. I love his philosophy, but not because it is clear cut. I love it because it is reminiscent of Deleuze in the best sense, it is rhizomatic and not arboreal. I love, most of all, the emotional effort, the idea of finding your way to be yourself, no matter if you choose the apparent confines of pop music, as Maus does, or something else. But Maus is just "radical" in the way he pronounces the word: just like "awesome", or "cool", and not like "I'm a staunch supporter of whatever effing idea you may effing fit in the effing limited space of the effing social confrontations which effing puts masses against other effing masses, effingly reducing your being to an effing heritage where personal identity doesn't matter anymore". Persons, not vehicles. When you're a person and not a vehicle, inhumanity has no place.
And that means: I love John Maus because he's a great artist who's struggling to be himself and therefore free. His only moral obligation is to be excellent to someone else, in his own way. In this, he reminds me of an excellent and eccentric Italian actor, Carmelo Bene, who said: "Doing masterpieces is not enough, you need to be masterpieces, even failed masterpieces".
I'm Alberto. Greetings from Udine. Thanks for this space.