"From a social perspective, I am looking for friends, not acolytes"
About this Quote
Acolytes are for cults, churches, and capital-F Fandom; friends are for people who can tell you when you are being ridiculous. In one clean clause, John Fahey draws a boundary around the kind of attention that eats artists alive. He is not rejecting community so much as rejecting hierarchy. The line is social, not aesthetic, which is the point: Fahey is distinguishing between the music’s public gravity and his private need for ordinary human relations that aren’t built on adoration.
The word choice matters. “From a social perspective” sounds almost clinical, like he’s filing a report on his own life, and that dryness undercuts any romantic mythmaking. Then “acolytes” lands with a faint sneer: it implies ritual obedience, the disciple who nods instead of listens. Fahey’s work, especially his American Primitive guitar persona, helped invite a certain kind of reverent listener - the crate-digger who wants an origin story, a prophet, a sealed canon. He’s side-eyeing that dynamic. Don’t turn me into a guru. Don’t confuse closeness with allegiance.
There’s also a quiet loneliness in it. Fahey’s career moved between cult acclaim and personal instability; praise can be loud while companionship stays scarce. The intent reads like self-preservation: keep the interpersonal stakes horizontal, because pedestal relationships are brittle. Friends argue, drift, return, share meals. Acolytes collect relics. Fahey is telling you which world he wants to live in - and why the other one feels like a trap disguised as devotion.
The word choice matters. “From a social perspective” sounds almost clinical, like he’s filing a report on his own life, and that dryness undercuts any romantic mythmaking. Then “acolytes” lands with a faint sneer: it implies ritual obedience, the disciple who nods instead of listens. Fahey’s work, especially his American Primitive guitar persona, helped invite a certain kind of reverent listener - the crate-digger who wants an origin story, a prophet, a sealed canon. He’s side-eyeing that dynamic. Don’t turn me into a guru. Don’t confuse closeness with allegiance.
There’s also a quiet loneliness in it. Fahey’s career moved between cult acclaim and personal instability; praise can be loud while companionship stays scarce. The intent reads like self-preservation: keep the interpersonal stakes horizontal, because pedestal relationships are brittle. Friends argue, drift, return, share meals. Acolytes collect relics. Fahey is telling you which world he wants to live in - and why the other one feels like a trap disguised as devotion.
Quote Details
| Topic | Friendship |
|---|
More Quotes by John
Add to List









