drunken ramblings. |
I'm always asked what kind of music I play when telling people I'm a musician "So what kind of music you play?" they ask. I contemplate whether to say it is cowboy punk but then I pause and look into myself and think of something a little more poetic to say so I say to them that the music I play is nothing but melodic alcohol fueled malady and recklessness arising from despair then I give them a gesture of erect middle finger 'fuck you' smile bearing crooked tobacco-stained teeth and my clock-working mind is behind eyes that see underneath what is real. They exclaim, why, aren't you morose! and so I shrug with a nonchalant half smile looking beyond them for a conversation that is not as circular as this one here and now and I want out! these people are like scenery now and I cannot bare to listen to another anemic conversation or to have some stupid fuck categorize falsify piss and shit on art that is not to please those who complain about the trivial things If everyone were a little more morose how much more enjoyable would the good times be? Just like drugs everything is an addiction so embrace all feeling and do not try and force yourself to be happy because that is insanity passion and emotion whether good or bad is for those who are real. thank you and goodnight |