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The Internalization of Constraints

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There is paradox with Paul McCartney, the melodic genius, the Beatle who could conjure pop perfection with the ease of a magician pulling rabbits from a hat, is at his most compelling not when he is in control, but when he is out of control. Or, more precisely, when he is challenged, when his polished instincts are disrupted by the intrusion of another’s voice.

To understand the difference between control and constraint is to grapple with a fundamental tension in human creativity, agency, and systems design. Both concepts involve the regulation of behavior or processes, but they operate in fundamentally different ways and produce different outcomes. Control is about imposing order from the outside, while constraint is about shaping possibilities from within. Let us unpack this distinction further, using examples from art, philosophy, and systems theory to illuminate the dialectical relationship between the two.

Listening to the Flowers in the Dirt special edition, one cannot escape the specter of George Harrison’s sardonic critique of McCartney’s saccharine tendencies in “Savoy Truffle”: “You know that what you eat you are, but what is sweet now, turns so sour.” McCartney’s solo work, for all its brilliance, often veers into the realm of the too perfect, the too sweet. But here, in the raw, unfinished demos of Flowers in the Dirt, we encounter a different McCartney—a McCartney who is not merely producing, but sparring. And who better to play the role of the sparring partner than Elvis Costello, the punk-inflected bard of bitterness and wit?

What stands out most in these sessions is how much the McCartney-Costello partnership elevated the work. Their collaboration wasn’t just transactional; it was symbiotic. While most of the songs remain unmistakably McCartney’s, Costello’s fingerprints—his rawness, edge, and knack for wordplay—are all over them. He wasn’t afraid to push McCartney, and it shows in tracks like the original version of “My Brave Face” or the unreleased demo versions of “The Lovers That Never Were.”

The difference here? Costello was a sparring partner, not a producer. A producer usually shapes the sound (exceptions galore, I know); a sparring partner shapes the ideas. The former can often polish things to a sheen that’s a little too perfect, but the latter challenges the artist, forces them to dig deeper, and exposes the creative tension that makes the music resonate.

Control is the attempt to dictate outcomes, to eliminate uncertainty, and to impose a predetermined order on a system or process. It is rooted in the desire for mastery, for predictability, for the elimination of chaos. In the realm of creativity, control often manifests as an overbearing producer, a rigid set of rules, or an artist’s own perfectionism. The problem with control is that it tends to stifle spontaneity, suppress emergence, and reduce complexity to simplicity.

The Illusion of Unbridled Freedom:

Creativity’s paradox lies in its reliance on constraint, not boundless freedom, to spark revolutionary breakthroughs. This is no abstract theory—it pulses through the work of Paul McCartney and countless artists. True creative potency arises not from untamed chaos but from obstacles that force adaptation, evolution, and self-transcendence.

The myth of creativity thriving in a vacuum—a bourgeois fantasy—ignores the material realities of art. Creativity is always entangled with constraints: economic, social, historical, psychological. The challenge is not to erase these limits but to weaponize them as catalysts.

Take McCartney’s career. His iconic work with The Beatles, Wings, and solo emerged from a dialectic between freedom and limitation. Early Beatles albums were shaped by studio tech boundaries, market demands, and interpersonal friction. Yet these very constraints fueled experimentation, birthing new forms of expression within narrow margins.

Control, in contrast, suffocates. A producer micromanaging tempo, instrumentation, or emotion might achieve technical perfection but drains music of its raw vitality. This mirrors Michel Foucault’s “disciplinary power”—top-down hierarchies that enforce compliance, breeding rigidity. Overcontrolled systems (ecosystems, artistic processes) grow fragile; constraints, however, foster resilience. Natural limits—predators, resources, climate—allow adaptation. Similarly, creative constraints act as internalized guardrails, channeling innovation rather than dictating outcomes.

The McCartney-Costello collaboration epitomizes this dynamic. Costello wasn’t a polish-obsessed producer but a provocateur injecting punk grit into McCartney’s melodic instincts. Their friction birthed a Hegelian synthesis: McCartney’s sentimentality tempered by Costello’s edge, elevating both.

This dialectic is foundational to McCartney’s legacy. With The Beatles, Lennon’s irreverence clashed with his melodic precision; George Martin’s production framed his creativity within enabling structures. In Flowers in the Dirt, Costello became the “sparring partner”—not smoothing edges but sharpening them through creative antagonism.

Such tension mirrors formal constraints in poetry: a sonnet’s 14-line straitjacket births profound emotion by forcing concision. Constraints aren’t shackles but conditions for possibility, what Deleuze called “immanent forces”—boundaries from which the new emerges.

The Flowers in the Dirt demos embody this ethos: raw, unfinished, crackling with live-wire energy. Their power lies not in polish but in process—proof that creativity thrives when pressed against limits, not coddled by false freedom.

The Role of the Sparring Partner: Constraint Without Control:

The sparring partner—whether a collaborator, critic, or conceptual foil—serves as a living constraint, injecting friction into creativity’s flow. In Flowers in the Dirt, Elvis Costello embodied this role, his punk-infused rawness clashing with McCartney’s polished melodic sensibilities. Rather than dictating terms, Costello’s presence destabilized McCartney’s habits, pushing him toward uncharted lyrical and musical terrain.

Unlike a controlling producer who micromanages outcomes, the sparring partner operates as a provocateur of limits. They disrupt complacency, forcing the artist to confront their own tendencies. Costello’s biting wordplay and rejection of sentimentality, for instance, acted not as shackles but as creative resistance—a counterweight that compelled McCartney to refine, adapt, and hybridize. The result was emergent alchemy: a fusion of McCartney’s lush melodicism and Costello’s gritty edge, yielding work that transcended either artist’s solo output.

This dynamic mirrors broader creative truths. Consider a painter who plans every brushstroke versus one who engages with their medium’s inherent constraints—canvas texture, pigment behavior, light’s ephemerality. The former risks sterile precision; the latter invites discovery. Similarly, literary innovation often thrives under formal duress: James Joyce’s Ulysses reimagined narrative by wrestling with the novel’s limits, while Cubism exploded perspective by adhering to self-imposed geometric rules.

Critically, the sparring partner’s influence is not merely transactional but internalized. Over time, their voice becomes a psychic interlocutor—a “superego” challenging the artist’s instincts. This dialectic transforms constraint into a generative force, as seen in the Flowers in the Dirt sessions: demos and alternate takes reveal not failure but fertile chaos, a process privileging evolution over polished endpoints.

Ultimately, creativity’s highest breakthroughs emerge from such contested spaces—where friction between vision and limitation ignites the unexpected. The sparring partner, as embodied by Costello, proves that constraint isn’t control’s opposite but its antidote: a catalyst for reinvention.

Emergence: Creativity, Constraint, and the Unfolding of the New

Creativity’s most radical leaps often defy intuition: they emerge not from unbounded freedom, but from systems under pressure. Emergence—the phenomenon where complex outcomes arise from simple interactions within constrained environments—reveals a core truth. New ideas, forms, and expressions are born not in voids, but in the friction between limits and experimentation.

This process is neither linear nor predictable. It thrives on dialectical tension—order clashing with chaos, structure with spontaneity. Consider Flowers in the Dirt: the album’s zeniths materialize not from McCartney or Costello’s solo genius, but from the collision of their sensibilities. McCartney’s melodic warmth and Costello’s punk abrasion, when forced into dialogue, sparked a synthesis neither could achieve alone. Here, constraints acted as midwives, delivering something wholly original from the interplay of opposition.

Such dynamics mirror emergence in nature: ant colonies building intricate networks without blueprints, neurons forging thought through synaptic constraints. In art, these “limitations” (formal, relational, or material) are not barriers but generative engines. They compress creative energy until it combusts into the unforeseen.

The Unpredictability of the New
Emergence’s great promise—and peril—is its refusal to be controlled. The novel erupts from constrained systems in ways that elude anticipation, even for those shaping the process. For McCartney, collaborating with Costello meant surrendering to this uncertainty. The result? An album that honored his past while fissuring it open, revealing paths he might never have pursued solo.

This embrace of the unknown is what separates control from constraint. Control seeks to sterilize unpredictability; constraint weaponizes it. A composer writing for a specific instrument (say, the clavichord’s intimate timbre) channels limitation into innovation. Likewise, the raw Flowers in the Dirt demos—unpolished, iterative—capture emergence in motion. Their power lies in exposure: we witness creativity’s messy metamorphosis, untouched by the smoothing hand of overproduction.

To “manage” creativity, then, is not to dictate but to design ecosystems where constraints provoke. It’s the difference between a sculptor chiseling marble (working with the stone’s fractures) and one forcing clay into rigid molds. The former collaborates with limits to uncover latent forms; the latter imposes a brittle vision.

So, what constraints shape your work? Financial limits? Technical boundaries? Collaborative friction? These are not enemies but collaborators. Emergence invites us to reframe them as tectonic plates—grinding against one another until new continents rise. The goal isn’t to escape limits, but to let them sculpt what freedom alone could never imagine.

Survivor’s Guilt

As I was watching Los Angeles burn last week, I felt a deep, unshakeable crumminess. The flames seemed to carry with them a weight of history, of loss, and of survival itself. It was in that moment that the last few Paul McCartney albums I had been listening to—albums I hadn’t given much thought to—suddenly revealed an incredible, meaningful tone. It was as if they were shaped by a form of survivor’s guilt, an emotional undercurrent that, in the wake of such devastation, made everything fall into place. It all made sense.

Thinking of Paul McCartney’s last five albums through this lens reveals fascinating layers of existential tension and sublimated emotion. McCartney’s work can be read not merely as the output of a pop-cultural survivor but as a persistent dialogue with his past, his losses, and the historical weight he carries as the last towering figure of the Beatles still actively producing.

1. Chaos and Creation in the Backyard (2005)

Chaos and Creation seems an attempt by McCartney to confront the Real of his past—the trauma of Lennon’s murder, Harrison’s death, and the slow disappearance of the utopian ideal embodied by the Beatles. The album’s melancholic tone, exemplified by tracks like “Jenny Wren” and “Too Much Rain,” represents McCartney’s negotiation with guilt over being the one left behind. Yet, as I would argue, McCartney resists direct confrontation with loss through his meticulous craftsmanship. The album becomes a “sublime object of ideology,” wherein McCartney packages grief in the form of soothing melodies, as if to reassure himself and the world that beauty can still arise from ashes. We might quip that McCartney represses the traumatic kernel of survival, giving us an overly polished jewel that hides its cracks too well.

2. Memory Almost Full (2007)

This album is haunted by the specter of mortality and the burden of remembrance. Tracks like “The End of the End” and “Vintage Clothes” evoke a self-reflective McCartney, confronting his legacy with a smile that we could call “a mask of hysterical denial.” Survivor’s guilt manifests here as a preoccupation with legacy—McCartney’s playful nostalgia is tinged with a deep anxiety: how to sustain the myth of the Beatles while resisting the commodification of their memory? We might argue that this album represents McCartney’s struggle with symbolic death—the death of his mythos—rather than physical death. By transforming his survivor’s guilt into the playful irony of “Dance Tonight,” McCartney performs what its called the “fetishistic disavowal”: he knows he is mortal, but he acts as though he is not.

3. New (2013)

Here, McCartney’s survivor’s guilt morphs into a desperate vitality, we might suggest, as if McCartney is saying: “Yes, I am still here, and I still matter!” Tracks like “Queenie Eye” and “New” play with youthful energy, but this energy itself is suspect—it is a frantic act of jouissance, a surplus enjoyment meant to stave off the realization of the void left by his lost companions. We could argue that the optimism of New is fundamentally performative, a gesture to mask the fact that McCartney’s very existence is a painful reminder of what has been lost. The album becomes, paradoxically, a celebration of survival that highlights the impossibility of truly enjoying it.

4. Egypt Station (2018)

Egypt Station is a further articulation of McCartney’s attempt to confront survivor’s guilt through displacement. Tracks like “Happy with You” present a pastoral fantasy of simplicity, but this simplicity is ideological—an escape from the complex network of historical and personal guilt. McCartney is caught between his desire to move forward and the weight of his past, and this tension creates a fragmented narrative. Egypt Station, like New, pretends to move forward while always looking back, a perfect symptom of repression.

5. McCartney III (2020)

McCartney III is the ultimate encounter with the void of survival. Recorded in isolation during the COVID-19 pandemic, the album strips back the layers of production, leaving McCartney alone with his thoughts and his instruments. Tracks like “Winter Bird / When Winter Comes” encapsulate the stillness and solitude of a survivor reflecting on his life. This return to minimalism is not merely a stylistic choice but a confrontation with the Real—the inescapable awareness of his finitude and the haunting absence of those who shaped his journey. The album becomes an elegy to survival itself, the quiet acceptance of guilt and gratitude intertwined.

Objects of sublimation

McCartney’s last five albums are pearls of survivor’s guilt precisely because they oscillate between denial, displacement, and confrontation. Each album, in its own way, is a fetishistic object, transforming McCartney’s unresolved trauma into something palatable for mass consumption. Yet beneath the polished surface lies a profound and unarticulated scream: Why me? Why am I the one left standing? McCartney’s work thus becomes a paradoxical testament to survival—both a celebration of resilience and an admission of its impossibility.

The meticulous production and polished arrangements act as a kind of defensive shield, sublimating grief into something beautiful but controlled. This beauty, however, is a kind of lure. It invites us to engage with the albums emotionally while simultaneously masking the full intensity of its underlying anguish. In this way, the albums become what one might call a “sublime object”—a creation that conceals its void, its lack, by presenting itself as whole and coherent. McCartney’s grief, rather than being directly confronted, is transformed into an aestheticized version of itself, smoothed over by melody and craft.

Yet, this very polish betrays its own repression. The excess care put into the album—its arrangements, its meticulousness—points to an unspoken fear: the possibility that, without this artistry, the fragile framework holding back the chaos might collapse. The melancholic tone, then, is not a direct expression of loss but a mediated one, carefully framed to avoid the destabilizing force of what cannot be fully symbolized. The listener is drawn into this dynamic, encountering not only the traces of McCartney’s grief but also the ways in which it is disguised, reshaped, and contained.