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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