An “elephant eyelash” is a hard-on. I like to make my own pantheon of slang. Isn’t having a hard-on kind of vulnerable? It’s an anticipation. You’re always anticipating that things are gonna be cool in a minute. “I’m gonna stick my dick in a vagina in a minute, and everything is gonna be cool.” But you’re just standing there with a hard-on.
i am a producer. i find it insulting when guys constantly ask to produce for me. i think i do my job fine, thanks.
it’s true. in 2009 i was looking for work +offered to write anyone’s “own personal greek tragedy” on craigslist. no one responded.
I won’t be going south with you this winter.
Since I believe some of my experiences with music have not just made me happier but also have made me a better person, I’ve wondered whether the opposite could also be true— that music could lead you in the direction of destructive behavior. Seems logical. And when I think of something like Swans, where bleak music about suffering could help lift me out of a depression, or certain rap songs that tap into memories of aggressiveness and violence that feel very far from who I am and how I want my life to be, I realize it’s never going to be an easy question to answer. I’m not sure I could ever explain how it works, at least not completely. But when I’m tuning into the rage and fear and catharsis behind my headphones it feels like it’s all there for a reason, like there’s a desire that needs to be explored and music creates a sheltered space for it to happen.
Man, if you’re gay we can be friends. If you’re straight, we can be friends…I really don’t give a fuck and I don’t think anyone should care about what another man’s preference is…As long as you’re a great person and, y’know, you don’t bother me and make me uncomfortable, then let’s be friends, dude. (…) [Hip-hop] needs to stop being so close-minded because that will just cause the genre to fail. Look at pop. Pop doesn’t discriminate against people. Look at Lady Gaga, y’know what I mean? Who the fuck makes the rules for hip-hop? Who the fuck dictates who’s cool and who’s not?
Be like the headland against which the waves break and break: it stands firm, until presently the watery tumult around it subsides once more to rest. ‘How unlucky I am, that this should have happened to me!’ By no means; say rather, ‘How lucky I am, that it has left me with no bitterness; unshaken by the present, and undismayed by the future.’ The thing could have happened to anyone, but not everyone would have emerged unembittered. So why put the one down to misfortune, rather than the other to good fortune? Can a man call anything a misfortune, if it is not a contravention of his nature; and can it be a contravention of his nature if it is not against hat nature’s will? Does this thing which has happened hinder you from being just, magnanimous, judicious, discreet, truthful, self-respecting, independent, and all else by which a man’s nature comes to fulfillment? So here is a rule to remember in the future, when anything tempts you to feel bitter: not, ‘this is a misfortune,’ but, ‘to bear this worthily is good fortune.’
Gold grills like a set of new braces’s.
When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.
If I can get up there and nearly have a heart attack every night, if a human being can push themselves to the absolute limit of their physical existence and people can still go ‘What’s the point?’, then that’s the point! To point out how we can’t take our existence for granted.