punk rock has afforded me a good life. it allows me to be a subversive geek, artist, the skills i need to live life by my own rules, and the permission to bitch about all things religious and secular. why? 'cause i'm a punk, baby.
it's free reign, for the most part. and i'm not going to ever argue about it. which is one one of the very scarce things i will never argue about. in the end, this, for you, is a love song. but we'll figure out who You, that audience is, over time. christ, do i love the comma. not so much proper grammar and capitalizing mundane letters, though.
so let us just dive right into it. first on the docket is going out to all the idiots that live in LA for all the wrong reasons. you were born in a hick town, backwater community, or bodunk suburb and have the aspirations of making it and rising above all the others. you want to act, produce, create and contribute art in a way nobody has seen before. rise above. well played and good for you. and you move to the, oh-so-glorious los angeles. so how is that whole "dressing like a former goodwill employee fired for smoking junk on the job" look working for you? and you drop names on your twitter like you really, truly know the person. when in reality you are the plus 1 to the kid in the alley you hooked up some bad weed from in the midst of a tuesday night caheunga crawl off of sunset. and he happens to be the thrice arrested second cousin of david finch. BUT, has the in to a big time hollywood social filled with all the same people you were dying to suck the dick of 45 minutes ago in the same bar that the said back alley was behind of.
so i guess it really is who you know.
thank god you live in hollywood. 'cause this opportunity would NEVER have happened in any part of LA except that exact dodgy back alley.
nope. because being home creating and perfecting whatever your craft is at home during this time would have been utterly wasted. *sure*
i guess i'm frustrated with how the time spent creating great art has been traded for time spent hustling to others the great art you could be capable of and how that could make somebody else alot of money. who are these people and why do you have to get paid by them? i mean, just do it. be your own boss. as long as you are willing to be the best employee that you would want working for you.
if anything else this last decade has given us is the opportunity to do it yourself. i mean it. give the internet a hi-five already for affording you the ability to do whatever it is without relying on someone else to do it for you for a cutthroat fee. can anyone else say "win" with me?
you know what. scratch it all. i just had a scary though. if you are that person that needs to accept a big, lofty paycheck from a paperpusher for your art. then you sure as hell didn't do it for the sake of art. you did it just so your ego could be noticed. and that is for all the wrong reasons. fact.
but you were born in a hick town. or a backwater community. or a bodunk suburb. ehh... i guess i could just make some false promises and offer you my cock to suck.
and after we finish up, i'm going to go back home and write about that back alley date we had. thanks for the paycheck. i love being an LA native. we are always ahead of the curve. and You.
