"Or someone can pick up a guitar and record into their Macintosh, for $0, but if that person, recording their guitar, in their Mac, putting it up online, sings about something that connects with millions of people, nobody will care what the medium was. All they’ll know is they heard a song that made them cry and they want to hear it again."
“We want to eat the food of our impoverished childhoods. Everybody in some childlike way craves a life of simplicity, where they have a garden, beautiful sun, where they can walk into a small town where everyone will know them and wave. Where you just go to the boulanger and the baker will say, ‘good to see you Monsieur Bourdain’.”—
Tony Bourdain, “No Reservations: Provence”
Tony Bourdain is a hero of mine, and I’ve been a 24/7 vegetarian and half-assed vegan for years. If he doesn’t realize why veggies love him so much, it’s for locavorian, anti-industrial food statements like this.
You’ll say “did they love you or what?”
I’ll say “They love what I do
the only one who really loves me is you.”
And you’ll say “Girl did you kick some butt”
and I’ll say “I don’t really remember
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too.”
-“You Had Time” Ani DiFranco
“I would say, ‘Be brave.’ Firstly, write. That’s very important. You’ve got to write. You can’t just dream. You can’t just hope. You actually have to do the work. And beyond that, get out there and you are not in any gravity well. It is not hard to claw your way out.”—Neil Gaiman… in the Philippines. (HELL YEAH NEIL, DEMS MAH PEEPS!)
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we’ll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let’s have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine.
“‘Why is it,’ he said, one time, at the subway entrance, ‘I feel I’ve known you so many years?’
‘Because I like you,’ she said, ‘and I don’t want anything from you.’”—Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via ughabugha) (via youdsay) (via christinehoberg)
More than once in my life I have hit the streets with very little to call my own and thus almost nothing to lose, saw someone, and felt that I knew something about them. This often with little to go on except that I liked the way they walked into a room.
Presumptuous as it is that I am a) an expert profiler b) there is a more accurate sixth sense guiding us, I am often proven correct.
To all you rapscallion midnight wanderers who have made this life an adventure, please don’t stop.
Nick, on why he likes Fiona Apple’s music over Feist’s.
On that note, be a mental health advocate. This is a subject that has touched my life over and over. Society hasn’t even started the conversation yet. Sometimes it’s just the musicians (and Intervention!) that make it human.