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I've been partying like a D-List Actor since New Years, and I finally paying the price. If anyone has a stomach lining I could borrow I'd really...
I had a minor breakdown this week, nothing spectacular, no ambulances called or stomach pumping, just a long, late night phone call and some mint tea. I took a short walk to the drug store and bought myself a giant sketch pad and a box with crayons, pastels, markers, colored pencils and watercolors...over seventy five pieces in all. I've been painting, or illustrating, franticly and trying not to critisize...i feel a compulsion to create, but I don't understand or like art, or artists, or the art world. galleries make me feel nervous and claustorphobic. i've never even been able to enjoy museums, the whole thing freaks me out and triggers my agorophobia.
I have some kind of stress related immune system bug, and I'm also having a quarter life crisis. I miss NYC like an estranged lover. I realize this gives me less than three weeks to plan my mini-vacation but I've always been good under pressure. I'd like to go for a week on the occasion of my 25th birthday. Maybe not even a full week, since I have a lot coming up, like Sam and I are spinning on the 24th, and then The Gossip, and Hot Chip. I'd just like to go to fucking Misshapes which should be called Common People, and Crashin In, and Happy Valley and Trash. I want to be alone, but not lonely.
I should probably start looking around onlinet o see whats going on out there, and then plan my trip. All I know is that I can actually afford one week out there, and there isn't much stopping me. It seems a little excessive since I'll be living there from june until september or whatever, but I'm really aching for that place right now.
ps: on a totally related note
1.i had no idea
jean michel-basquiat was so beautiful
but he was at one of those scene boys that probably would have broken my heart anyway. i've been reading about him, and vincent gallo and all these kids in the 70's and 80's doing the art thing and it's pretty amazing. i was trying to figure out why something like that would never happen here, and, it all boils down to jealousy and that stoic, German Protestant foundation Milwaukee was built on. basquiat and vincent gallow were best friends and premier art fag meat back in the day, the prettiest, the best dancers, the most artistic. i bet they were such jerks.
a. turning 25 means i will NEVER date another grafitti artist again. i hope.
2. i think i'm only going to spin old school electro, ebm, rap and the occasional post punk (like xymox, play dead, colourbox) for awhile. I'm tired of guitars. actually, early cocteau twins used a lot of drum machines and off kilter bass...i just want to do something more abstract and yet not
3. check out these broads. i want to be them so bad-
4. and as much as i love dave gahan and plan on repopulating a small island in the canarys with him, this is fucking...well, look at it
yeah, it's a fucking tattoo! i found it on a german website.
I had a minor breakdown this week, nothing spectacular, no ambulances called or stomach pumping, just a long, late night phone call and some mint tea. I took a short walk to the drug store and bought myself a giant sketch pad and a box with crayons, pastels, markers, colored pencils and watercolors...over seventy five pieces in all. I've been painting, or illustrating, franticly and trying not to critisize...i feel a compulsion to create, but I don't understand or like art, or artists, or the art world. galleries make me feel nervous and claustorphobic. i've never even been able to enjoy museums, the whole thing freaks me out and triggers my agorophobia.
I have some kind of stress related immune system bug, and I'm also having a quarter life crisis. I miss NYC like an estranged lover. I realize this gives me less than three weeks to plan my mini-vacation but I've always been good under pressure. I'd like to go for a week on the occasion of my 25th birthday. Maybe not even a full week, since I have a lot coming up, like Sam and I are spinning on the 24th, and then The Gossip, and Hot Chip. I'd just like to go to fucking Misshapes which should be called Common People, and Crashin In, and Happy Valley and Trash. I want to be alone, but not lonely.
I should probably start looking around onlinet o see whats going on out there, and then plan my trip. All I know is that I can actually afford one week out there, and there isn't much stopping me. It seems a little excessive since I'll be living there from june until september or whatever, but I'm really aching for that place right now.
ps: on a totally related note
1.i had no idea
jean michel-basquiat was so beautiful
but he was at one of those scene boys that probably would have broken my heart anyway. i've been reading about him, and vincent gallo and all these kids in the 70's and 80's doing the art thing and it's pretty amazing. i was trying to figure out why something like that would never happen here, and, it all boils down to jealousy and that stoic, German Protestant foundation Milwaukee was built on. basquiat and vincent gallow were best friends and premier art fag meat back in the day, the prettiest, the best dancers, the most artistic. i bet they were such jerks.
a. turning 25 means i will NEVER date another grafitti artist again. i hope.
2. i think i'm only going to spin old school electro, ebm, rap and the occasional post punk (like xymox, play dead, colourbox) for awhile. I'm tired of guitars. actually, early cocteau twins used a lot of drum machines and off kilter bass...i just want to do something more abstract and yet not
3. check out these broads. i want to be them so bad-
4. and as much as i love dave gahan and plan on repopulating a small island in the canarys with him, this is fucking...well, look at it
yeah, it's a fucking tattoo! i found it on a german website.