Wednesday, June 12, 2013

High Hope

Glen Hansard talked so much about hope. But he didn't need to. It was fused into his music and performance. He gave me hope. He made me feel like I didn't need to do drugs to experience something different, that they were okay to take but I really shouldn't base my happiness on them.

I hung out with Pedro, Adam and Gabe yesterday. Good times. Pedro is very special. I saw some of his flaws yesterday, but I didn't put them against him. It made him seem so human. I love that.

I love these two Hunter Thompson books. 

    "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

     "Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if ou have the right music very loud on the radio."

I can't believe that our society puts money as an equivalent to art. We pay ten bucks for a piece of someone, polished in a nice plastic case. I really want to go to the Burning Man Festival. Everything is traded; there's no exchange of money. And everything is handmade.

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