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Talk to your kids about art school.
We’re entering Nebraska today. In the next weeks, we’ll probably...
I’ve never really seen failure as an option.
Up until about a month ago,...
What now biotch!
Awww… so romantic!
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I’ve been reading Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung a collection of reviews, stories, and essays by 70’s era, punk enthusiast Lester Bangs. A frequent contributor to The Rolling Stone and Creem, Bangs’ obsession with counterculture musical icons such as Lou Reed and Iggy Pop was unprecedented in his time; while most critics wrote Reed, Pop and their associated acts off as mere teenage phenomenon, victims of adolescence and drug use, Bangs embraced them as innovators in a congested and mediocre music scene. This quote is pulled from Bangs’ essay, “Of Pop and Pies and Fun,” highlighting the confused and narcissistic American Kid’s attraction to The Stooges distorted act.
“So, Iggy: a pre-eminently American kid, singing songs about growing up in America, about being hung up lotsa the time (as who hasn’t been?), about confusion and doubt and uncertainty, about inertia and boredom and suburban pubescent darkness because “I’m not right/ To want somethin’/ To want somethin’/ Tonight…” Sitting around, underaged, narcissistic, masochistic, deep in gloom cuz we could have real cool time but I’m not right, whether from dope or day drudgery or just plain neurotic do-nothing misanthropy, can’t get through ( “You don’t know me/ Little Doll/ And I don’t know you…”)- ah well, wait awhile, maybe some fine rosy-fleshed little doll with real eyes will come along and marry you and then you’ll get some. Until then, though, it shore ain’t no fun, so swagger with your buddies, brag, leer at passing legs, whack your doodle at home at night gaping at polyethylene bunnies hugging teddy beers, go back the next day and dope out with the gang, grass, speed, reds, Romilar, who cares, some frat bull’s gonna buy us beer, and after that you go home and stare at the wall all cold and stupid inside and think, what the fuck, what the fuck. I hate myself. Same damn thing last year, this year, on and on till I’m an old fart if I live that long. Shit. Think I’ll rape my wank-fantasy cunt dog-style tonight.”
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Elizabeth Gilbert: A new way to think about creativity
On the trouble with *being* a genius instead of *having* a genius:
…and all you have to do is look at the very grim death count in the 20th century alone, of really magnificent creative minds who died young and often at their own hands, you know? And even the ones who didn’t literally commit suicide seem to be really undone by their gifts. Norman Mailer, just before he died, last interview, he said “Every one of my books has killed me a little more.” An extraordinary statement to make about your life’s work. But we don’t even blink when we hear somebody say this because we’ve heard that kind of stuff for so long and somehow we’ve completely internalized and accepted collectively this notion that creativity and suffering are somehow inherently linked and that artistry, in the end, will always ultimately lead to anguish.
And the question that I want to ask everybody here today is are you guys all cool with that idea? Are you comfortable with that — because you look at it even from an inch away and, you know — I’m not at all comfortable with that assumption. I think it’s odious. And I also think it’s dangerous, and I don’t want to see it perpetuated into the next century. I think it’s better if we encourage our great creative minds to live.
Great talk. Don’t miss her profile of Tom Waits.
This is fascinating. What is the relationship between humans and the creative experience? It’s obvious that the creative experience is not at all rationale, but then what is it?
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Bobby Dylan smoking a cig.
I’d have to say a lot to fully illustrate my love for this man and his music.
“I’m bored. I think I’ll become a beatnik.” - Sluggo, in Ernie Bushmiller’s
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Real Estate, “Green River,” off their self-titled debut, (2009)
One of my favorite movies of all time. The summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school the dvd became 3 month prisoner to my ps2.
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