I often get frustrated with Adrian. But he always gets me thinking. When I tell people I want to go to New York, why is it that they feel bad for me? "Oh, well, good luck being broke" "Why would you sabotage yourself like that?" or, the ever popular "Why the fuck would you do that". What the hell? How is it that everyone is more concerned about the rent then about the city? How is it that the most confident people I know are content to be smothered in Albany rather then to risk somewhere else? I know I'll get by. I've been pretty damn broke for a couple of years now and I don't think being broke in New York will be much different. And anyway it's gonna be an adventure. People who have it good and easy their whole life end up in suburbs as pricks.
The Who once walked out of a hotel to continue their tour. But their was something wrong. So, just as they were entering the tour buss Keith Moon turned and ran back into the hotel, explaining that he had forgotten something. A few stories up a television set came crashing out the window. "ok, lets go."
I don't know weither that story is true or not, but it hardly matters. Back then the kids were pissed off. Fourty years ago Keith Moon threw TVs out windows. Thirty years ago the Sex Pistols let out a call for anarchy. Fifteen years ago Chris Cornell wrote about Screaming Life and Loud Love, last year he left a sub par commercial supergroup because he wasn't getting enough money. Three months ago I read an article in the New York Times about how high end hotels now cater specificly to bands, offering them french massages and champaign cocktails at the door.
I don't want to be responsible, I don't want to be safe. I want to be broke, I want to get kicked out of hotel rooms I've destroyed, I want anarchy. And I hope to god I'm not the only one.
Its just a shot away
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