this is the sound of --
i had a dream last night that brendon rearranged "camisado" into this sad piano piece. they played it only once, on a night the show was being filmed. it was as close to a public statement they were gong to make, just spencer sitting with his palms on his thighs, silent at the drum set, and brendon in a single spotlight, slow and sad and mournful: this was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events.
and that, i guess, is what i think about ryan right now.
when i first saw those photos i assumed they were staged -- the composition, the light, the girls and the hazy california backdrop: look, they said, it's a 70s rock star tableau, how hipster of us. i would have preferred douchey, ironic, pretentious disclaimers, a little obvious mocking of fans who can't handle the idea their musician-heroes use relatively common party drugs. that's what a casual cocaine user with a sense of humor would have done. all ryan did was deny like a dopefiend.
[if i were writing a story i'd save this scene, but i'm not. i'm also not looking for a fight.]
and that, i guess, is what i think about ryan right now.
when i first saw those photos i assumed they were staged -- the composition, the light, the girls and the hazy california backdrop: look, they said, it's a 70s rock star tableau, how hipster of us. i would have preferred douchey, ironic, pretentious disclaimers, a little obvious mocking of fans who can't handle the idea their musician-heroes use relatively common party drugs. that's what a casual cocaine user with a sense of humor would have done. all ryan did was deny like a dopefiend.
[if i were writing a story i'd save this scene, but i'm not. i'm also not looking for a fight.]