The Performer

The feeling strikes you as soon as the play is over, as soon as the crowd starts applauding. It is the feeling of both mourning and despondency combined, a feeling that no matter how many times you have experienced before, you still go through it as if for the first time, each time. The sound of applause is the sound of rain on the man’s funeral day, the character you just left behind. You know you cannot (and if you can, you are not allowed to) take the character with you backstage or anywhere. Whatever is beyond the platform is a transcending universe that the fictional character (the role you played) cannot reach. Once you are aware of that the mourning begins.

The actor mourns over his character each time the lights go out and the curtains close. It is when the character dies and the nausea strikes you. This is like no other mourning you have ever heard of. It is the mourning of the soul over the body. For those few hours, your body represented him and not you.  You were the soul of a fictional character that was animate and breathing. Camus was right when he wrote that “the actor’s realm is that of the fleeting. Of all kinds of fame, it is known, his is the most ephemeral.” Something dies every time the lights go out.

Someone who is not familiar with such an art would think that each time the actor performs the same role again, the same fictional character will be resurrected. But it is not so, the character dies every night, and the soul is detached from the body every night for the first time.

The actor is also despondent. He always feels as though it was over too soon or that he could have given the character a better life. He becomes the mother who has failed her only child. It is with guilt and regret that he goes down the stairs leaving the stage. The actor is a usurper soul that infiltrates a body and fails to live up to it – always, every time. And there is nothing he can do about it – a sense of helplessness poisons him. Here, maybe, the actor is much like Sisyphus. The end of the play is the moment the rock rolls back down from the top of the mountain.

Driven by anxiety, it starts with the most ridiculous thing that is soon transformed into a masterpiece… but repeatedly the actor is faced with unfortunate events that deviate him (the character’s soul) from the path of the body (for a moment you are out of your character and your actual body and you see yourself as a third person), mistakes occur and the acting (the becoming) is never complete.

How nostalgic and miserable an actor must be, constantly in mourning, constantly suffering from failure.

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Note: This was written in 2015 and was first published on World of Gauche, a blog that no longer exists today. I am publishing this now, as is, without editing it. I do not want to work on it or make an effort to “fix” it. Originally, it was a journal entry that I decided to share — and it still is. Dear reader, I hope you like it.

The Story of a Song Called ‘Fuck Peace’

I wrote the song ‘Fuck Peace’ in 2006. I am not sure of the exact date, but I know it was sometime during the July War (2006 Israel-Hezbollah War). 

I remember being intoxicated and angry, strumming the guitar vehemently, watching the Israeli warplanes bomb Beirut one afternoon. This ridiculous war made my blood boil. I was an eighteen year old who wanted to enjoy life, to fall in love, to make art, to get drunk… I did not want this war. I had nothing to do with it.

As I played the guitar, the words came out like frenzied bats out of a cave. I spat them out. I did not sing; I shouted at the world. I didn’t think about the song, whether or not it was sophisticated, beautiful, soothing, etc. It was an eruption. I just played it… angrily.

Chris Khatschadourian in 2008 - Picture taken by Anto Narguizian
Picture from 2008, photo credit: Anto Narguizian

… I liked performing Fuck Peace in front of friends, and I did play it every now and then. Even after the war. Everybody seemed to like it, especially the part where I make “sick noises”. But then, after recording an acoustic version of it, I forgot about it for some time. I just stopped playing it. That was in 2009 or 2010.

To be honest, the recorded acoustic version was horrendous. I recorded it when I was drunk one night. But when it came out, I shared it anyway (with close friends, mostly).

In Sanity Q from 2011 - GBOB
In Sanity Q in 2011

In 2010, In Sanity Q was formed and newer songs were written, such as Blow, The Way I am, She Wants My Sex, Clown of the Town… In fact, we were composing so many original songs that I didn’t even think about turning some of my old songs, such as Fuck Peace, into In Sanity Q songs. Everything seemed to be going great.

But then something strange happened.

One day, I heard that someone was playing Fuck Peace, telling people that he wrote it. I knew the guy; so I got a little mad but did nothing. But a couple of months later someone else started playing my song. I did not understand how or why, but it was then that I decided to start performing it again, and this time with In Sanity Q. 

Originally, Fuck Peace was an acoustic song. If we were to perform it as In Sanity Q, we would have to add some flavor to it. And that’s what we did. For instance, the solo part and the reggae-ish part were added later to make the song less monotonous… and so on.

I guess that’s more than enough info.

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