kingtycoon | You've overpaid, your nose is bleeding, it's still the best money you ever spent.

So a couple of things just to get out of the way on this one. First - Soundtrack:

Accept that shit into your heart. Take your time, I'll wait.

Now - on to the true facts. 1st true fact - am not down on the contemporary scene. I ain't make judgements or hate, but I don't listen neither so I have no sense of what is cool for the moment. So I painted up what I guess is a idealized type of rockstar guy - like if Prince was in Zep and also the only member? Whatever, I've never seen a stadium show! The Agora is the biggest venue I've ever been to and even then I was always down and front by the stage. Once I caught a guy that Henry Rollins threw into the air, it was kinda great.

Maybe I'm trying to paint something a little more like this:

I mean, sure there are famous singers and whatnot, but I mean - everyone falls very short of metal-style triumphalism right? You go and see these fools now and they're supposed to be rock-stars and they stare at the stage or whatever. They're just playing music - it's kind of different from super-human rock & roller.

Anyway - the 6 of Phones is about being this hero, this victor and especially this spectacle. There's an idea within the concept of a great person arising from the ranks - one of the many made heroic by achievement. That's a concept within the card. You're one of many and somehow empowered.

Well, not somehow - it's by virtue, by trying effort and something innate - the 6 of phones is the fulfillment of the pure-expression of the self. That is - those qualities - the ones you suspect you have but you wish other people would notice? The ones that will win everyone over - women will want you, men will want to smoke the same cigarettes? Well - when your day comes and the full expression of your secret glorious inner-self is made manifest - you'll be a crossfire hurricane, you'll be 1,000,000 stories tall.

See - that's you in the spotlight, that's the faceless many taking notice, wanting to save and keep something of you - an image, some recollection. You are scripted by Lee & Kirby, you are invented by Bob Kane, you are the great one.

See the lights?

You know I never meant it to be a crown, I didn't intend it anyway and you know - that's half the matter right there - working out the secrets by meditative attempting - so there you are - crowned in light, gaped and gawked at by the faceless many - all of whom are worshipful, adoring.

And suddenly I know just what song to play you:

You've overpaid, your nose is bleeding, it's still the best money you ever spent.

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