I went to an electronic show weeks ago and danced my ass off. Eating otter pops and hanging off a chain-link fence like a prisoner or a lazy stripper. The djs felt the need to explain the songs and for 30 thousand people they would cut the beat to lay down an explanation. they would cut the beat to tell us to put our hands in the air. They kept cutting in on their own work, wrecking the rhythm of the music and halting the vibe of the crowd.
My advice, artists. STOP. You can't speak for your art. A child is life yearning for itself.
Hanna's picture: too much control can destroy a work
Nothing is so intoxicating that you can stay drunk forever
Rien es
I'm not sure when it stopped being about happiness and comfort. When being liked was less of the priority when compared with living authenticly.
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