dream brother, the lives of the muses, science of being and art of living, and more

Whatever city I'm in I make it a point to visit a bookstore, a used bookstore. In the particular city I find myself right now, there's a specific Half-Priced Books store, that never ceases to surprise me with a gem.

Yesterday I found, not one, but TWO Jeff Buckley Books. Dream Brother, which I have been DIEING to read, and Merri Cyrs book, A Wished For Song, which is even more amazing than I thought.

I also found a book on Transcendental Meditation, which is something I have been wanting to learn more about considering The Beatles (and Donovan, and Pattie Boyd, of course) experiences in India, as well as lots of other of my favorite musicians, like some of The Doors.

 Then there's the drug book. I'm pretty excited about this one...

 And finally a book on nine women who were muses to some of the greatest artists. Including Lou Andreas-Salome who inspired Friedrich Nietzsche, Rainer Maria Rilke, and Sigmund Freud, Gala Dali for Salvador Dali and of course Yoko Ono for John Lennon.

i like girls with weird eyes

I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male

Kurt Cobain