“nothing is original. steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. if you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. and don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. in any case, always remember what jean-luc godard said: “it’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.”—jim jarmusc (via mmitchelldaviss)
So I just got back from a concert. Gobble Gobble, The Bayonets, and Kuhrye-oo played. All three were amazing! I’m actually listening to Gobble Gobble as I write this!
When GBLGBL came on, I kind of emerged into the crowd, which I thought was going to suck. But that thought lasted for like a second because it was amazing. The only part I hated about it was the fact that some guys took off their shirts. And it was sweaty. And at one point my lip (the inside (don’t ask how)) touched some shirtless guys sweaty ass back.
Then one of the band members went crowd surfing, and my hand touched the guys back, and then the back of his THIGH.
All in all, it was one of the greatest concerts of all time.
AND the place was filled with hipsters. Too much hipsterness for one week. But I loved it.