The Busted Studs Said It Was Good. Woahhh, Yeahhhhhh...
For the past few weeks, whenever I'm not thinking about 1) my play, 2) The Faggots show at OJ ALL DAY, 3) various recent natural disasters that have killed hundreds of thousands of people (btw, help out), 4) the lack of locally-grown food in my diet, 5) my two zines-in-progress, 6) my friends.... whenever I'm not thinking about those things, I've been thinking about Kim Deal and the two bands she fronts/has fronted: The Breeders and The Amps.
I would like my life to have a tangible purpose. I would like to dedicate my existence to creating tangible, positive change in the world. I would like my actions to have an overtly productive consequence, relieving intense suffering and healing the scars of everything bad that has ever happened, ever.
And so, under the weight of those lofty desires, I suppose it makes sense that I've become obsessed with a rock singer who has no apparent agenda and makes no apparent value judgments. Her rhetoric is overtly non-feminist without being anti-feminist (and it's difficult for me to say such a thing). Her songs barely refer to the real world at all. They are elliptical without seeming pretentious or mystical or even poetic.
I cannot (I physically CANNOT) stop listening to this song, and it's probably just about getting drunk and hanging out:
Except there's this line at the end, this window into a world of action: "I wanna be a city official, cause no one gets you - YEAHHHHH." I mean...I DO. I do want to be a city official. And that's the reason - it's because no one gets you. But I do. I think I do. I think I get you. And someone's gotta represent you. Someone's gotta take your grievances public. And it might as well be Kim Deal. Or me. Or Dave End. Or Gina Young. Or Kimya Dawson. Or Justin Bond. Or Jeffrey Lewis. Cause that's what it's about, really. Being a city official. Being right there, in the center of town, making decisions, doing the dirty work. Being an artist IS being a politician. I think? Maybe? Tipp City, yeah. I'm still here...
Love
Dan
I would like my life to have a tangible purpose. I would like to dedicate my existence to creating tangible, positive change in the world. I would like my actions to have an overtly productive consequence, relieving intense suffering and healing the scars of everything bad that has ever happened, ever.
And so, under the weight of those lofty desires, I suppose it makes sense that I've become obsessed with a rock singer who has no apparent agenda and makes no apparent value judgments. Her rhetoric is overtly non-feminist without being anti-feminist (and it's difficult for me to say such a thing). Her songs barely refer to the real world at all. They are elliptical without seeming pretentious or mystical or even poetic.
I cannot (I physically CANNOT) stop listening to this song, and it's probably just about getting drunk and hanging out:
Except there's this line at the end, this window into a world of action: "I wanna be a city official, cause no one gets you - YEAHHHHH." I mean...I DO. I do want to be a city official. And that's the reason - it's because no one gets you. But I do. I think I do. I think I get you. And someone's gotta represent you. Someone's gotta take your grievances public. And it might as well be Kim Deal. Or me. Or Dave End. Or Gina Young. Or Kimya Dawson. Or Justin Bond. Or Jeffrey Lewis. Cause that's what it's about, really. Being a city official. Being right there, in the center of town, making decisions, doing the dirty work. Being an artist IS being a politician. I think? Maybe? Tipp City, yeah. I'm still here...
Love
Dan
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