One of my favorite creative outlets right now (and the only one I've kept up with daily for over a year) is my Spotify journal-- the basic rules are that I add at least one track per day to the playlist which must somehow represent some part of my day (and I can't add the same track more than once in a calendar year). We're halfway through 2019, and there's about 12 hours worth of material at this point.
Last night around 10pm, my dog began acting a bit strange and something told me to lift his tail and see if he was hiding something under there and lo-and-behold, his asshole had exploded. It was disgusting and terrifying. Fast forward a few hours later and we're coming home from the emergency vet... he's feeling much better and I've learned a new term: "anal gland rupture".
So, today during lunch, I realized I needed to put something in the playlist to represent my sleepless night dealing with Phoenix's asshole explosion, which meant I was looking up weirder terms than normal in the Spotify search bar. I looked up "anal gland" first and actually did get a couple tracks, but they didn't feel right. Then I looked up "broken butthole" and ran onto a song called, "The Smelly Butt Song" by an artist listed as, "The Guy Who Sings Your Name Over and Over" and thought, "yeah, that could work... also, who the fuck is this guy?"
What followed was one of the most unreal falls down one of the most asinine and deep rabbit holes I've ever gone down... one that's left me in laughter and tears for the past 8+ hours.
Matt Farley is a one-man band who has written under nearly 80 different aliases(!) and spammed Spotify with nearly 20,000 tracks(!). He has tracks about everything you can possibly think of. He uploads whole albums every day with themes like, "guy singing apology songs" where he'll put down 20 tracks with very, very specific apologies. He'll put down an entire album of hours and hours of tracks about cities where he's reading each town's wikipedia page. He's got hundreds of songs with the same backing track where he just says different people's names over and over again. He's created an entire bizarre ecosystem of fake artists (that are all him), many of whom are fighting with one another. He gives out his actual phone number in many of his songs and then writes songs about the people who call him.
And this isn't something new... he's been doing this for a decade.
He's the poster child of the rebellious, tenacious, chaotic good.
He's not particularly talented vocally. His voice is often so out of key that I wonder if he's doing it on purpose. He's not uploading all these tracks to become rich and powerful and famous. Sure, the royalties do earn him a comfortable middle class life, he ended up on Fallon once, and I'm sure he does enjoy it when he gets a little more attention than usual... but ultimately, he's just fucking with reality, rebelling against rules/order/perfection, and having a absolute ball.
HE'S JUST POSITIVELY INSANELY FREELY OBSESSIVELY AND TENACIOUSLY HAVING THE TIME OF HIS FUCKING LIFE MAKING NEW SHIT EVERY DAY.
When I discover someone like this, it feels as if someone has pulled a cord inside my body and my soul is being spun faster and faster like a top. It feels like my insides are being blown up like a balloon. Like I found another puzzle piece towards the world's most important treasure map. Like I'm being plugged into an electric outlet.
Like I'm not alone in this big, strange, silly universe.
And, yeah, I'm totally calling him tomorrow to say thank you for giving me a soundtrack to my dog's anal explosion... and for feeding the mischievous, absurdist parts of my soul.