Then came noon, and morning withered like a lost dream. The sweat was torture and the rest of the day was littered with the dead remains of all those things that might have happened, but couldn’t stand the heat.
Tuesday, March 30
like a lost dream
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Saturday, March 27
you can tell everything from the eyes
Mr. Buckley, whose hair is cut in a short, modestly spiky buzz, pauses and shoots an intense stare out the window. "There was a woman outside who was talking to someone, and I was trying to guess from her eyes what she sounded like," he said softly. "You can tell everything from the eyes."
excerpt from The Unmade Star, NY Times, October 1993
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Thursday, March 25
you're just given the task of bringing it up
The only way to really make it
—anywhere—
is to put every bit of your being into the thing that only you can provide.
The only angle is the art that you choose, that only you can provide.
And to do that, you have to be quiet for a long time and find out what you bring forth.
You have to know what's in yourself
—all your eccentricities, all your banalities, the full flavor of your woe and your joy.
What does it look like? What does it feel like? What makes it different from everybody else's?
It's totally subjective.
You're just given the task of bringing it up.
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Wednesday, March 24
you imitate what you see
I'd like to write and direct my own film.
It's all in my head.
You can't predict what's going to happen.
You just have to go with it.
We're trying to project our music, us, our ideas. Our ideas are in the songs, in the music.
We can't verbalize them. If we could we'd be doing that instead.
We played outdoors at Santa Clara.
We've never done too well in those outdoor daytime concerts.
I think that we need the night and sort of theatre-type atmosphere and mood in which to work.
There's something about the daylight and the open spaces that just sort of dissipates the whole magic.
Some people surrender their freedom willingly--but others are are forced to surrender it.
Imprisonment begins with birth.
Society, parents; they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you are born with.
There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature.
You imitate what you see.
I mean, each time that somebody gets up on stage, it's theatre. We might do an actual play, one with a plot or story, and it wouldn't be just a lot of songs, you know. I think that we'll do that. That's definitely where it's going. I think that what's going to happen now will be a crisis of music.
It's no longer primitive rock music, as it was. There's been a split.
A lot of people will go into theatre and musicals and opera and that kind of thing, and get further away from pure music, but rock, the primitive rock music, will reassert itself eventually.
Eventually, there'll come a need for that basic blues beat again.
Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on supression of natural instincts and impulses.
I offer images -- I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached -- like The Doors, right?
But we can only open the doors -- we can't drag people through. I can't free them unless they want to be free -- more than anything else ...
Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.
A person has to be willing to give up everything -- not just wealth. All the bullshit he's been taught -- all society brainwashing.
You have to let go of all that to get to the other side. Most people aren't willing to do that.
As long as there are people, they can remember words and combonations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs.
No one can remember an entire novel.
No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting,
but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue.
Let's see. I guess it's just a natural aging process. You know? Maybe it's not being as physically active but I think it's mainly it's just filling out. some people have that kind of build ... I would say if you perform alot and sweated alot and moved around you would probably keep trim. and i drink alot of beer. if you drink hard liquor when you're recording, pretty soon you're so out of it, you can't do anything, but beer gives you a little energy and you can keep going all night.. beer really puts on the pounds.
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Tuesday, March 23
Friday, March 19
george & olivia harrison
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