February 2012
163 posts
so i went to europe for eleven days
amsterdam, brussels, paris, and london
dope. so dope. so beautiful.
favorite city: amsterdam
least favorite: paris lol
everyone bugs out when they hear that. but idk. you just ever go some place and it just feels right? right when i stepped off the plane in amsterdam it just felt right. and then i walked around the city and it felt like it was home. like it was all new to me but at the...
i wanted amy to get a tribute :'(
idk. i just feel like she deserves a bit more attention. i really love her.
words are never enough
God Bless Frank Ocean
Honestly, what a talented man! I can’t even comprehend it. It’s so enlightening to see a good songwriter from my generation. He really is a good songwriter. Lyrics, medley, and all. His music really hits home. R&B has been missing that for a while. Well I mean, a lot of music in general. Not all. There are other good songwriters in this generation, too. But I think...
Bob Dylan 1966 Playboy Interview
PLAYBOY: What made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wound up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and got a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
schemesanddreams:
My mom: I wonder what you’d do if Kanye died. Me: Chill….my heart can’t take that.
how many of our fuckin idols are drug users? too many to count. how many of them end up dying from drug abuse? too many to count. so sick of seeing beautiful, talented, artistic people die at these young ages. it gets me so incredibly upset. then i think of kids my age. kids i know who are beautiful, talented, and artistic. and i pray they don’t go down the same road as those people....
listening to hipster music
smh
just in the mood i guess
mariaaa…
