I know it's dangerous to conflate admiration of art with admiration of its artist, and I know that to boycott the fruits of underhanded deeds is to live naked in a cave grunting at the wall. But I also know that I can never listen to Neurosis again without the indelible taint of the recently revealed heinous acts of its progenitor ruining the experience. And fxck me, I'm just a fan. The bandmates just had the legacy of their lifes' work corrupted beyond redemption. And fxck them too, the real victims are Scott Kelly's (the metal paragon, not the astronaut) wife and young kids, whom he systematically and deviously tormented and abused for over a decade.
Bill Cosby's material is still clever. Sarah Silverman is still friends with Loius CK. Most medical science was built on questionable ethics. Hell, the US was arguably built on cruelty, deceit and exploitation. (Happy Thankgiving btw.) I'm still going to keep listening to Through Silver in Blood and Times of Grace...but I'll never be able to separate them from the despicable acts of their creator. I might have been saved much of this dissonance had I avoided the trap of identifying with the artist and just focused on the art.