It’s a rich kids world.
That’s not necessarily the happiest message in the world, unless you happen to be one of the rich kids. But it’s definitely true. I was recently talking to a friend of mine about how almost all of the writers and artists that we admire were able to spend years developing their craft because they didn’t have to worry about actually paying any bills. It’s a lot easier to write the great American novel when you’re not having to deal with a day job or anything like that. For that matter, it’s a lot easier to break into films when your mother is Meryl Streep or your father is Tom Hanks.
(Sorry, but it’s not as if the Gummer sisters are exactly popping with screen charisma.)
(And don’t even get me started on Chet Haze…)
I mean, let’s just be honest here. North West has a better chance of making the best seller list than most of us do.
Of course, it’s not just in the arts where it helps to be a rich kid. Would Andrew Cuomo even be a dog catcher in New York if his name was Andrew Jones? Would George W. Bush have ever been President if his name was George Davis? Would the banal thoughts of Chelsea Clinton rate thousands of retweets if her name was Chelsea Smith … well, you get the idea.
Anyway, beyond the message, I like the dreamy sound of this song and the look of the video.