I miss having role models. Meaning other artists working at the same time. There was an energy that came with waking up each morning and knowing “the competition” had been up and working for hours. Most likely Prince and Hunter Thompson hadn’t even slept the night before. There were a bunch of guys, writers and musicians, all living and breathing and putting up with the same bullshit and yet still managing to turn something of quality out every day. Theirs were careers whose sometimes unexpected trajectories fascinated and inspired me. But now most of them are dead. And almost all of them killed themselves, sometimes accidentally, but mostly intentionally. Which makes their now-intensely felt absence significantly worse.
I’m thinking about getting a dog.
N.P.: “Followed The Waves” – Melissa Auf der Maur