Musician from the deep south, living in Los Angeles. Give me cheerful, profound, unique, wanton, tender, roguish, and/or graceful.
"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side."
If you worship money and things-if they are where you tap real meaning in life- then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level we all know this stuff already- it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power-you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart- you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out.
And so on.
Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the so called “real world” will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so called “real world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom.
The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about int he great world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day."
"I’m simply saying that life, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh finds a way."
"Work is important in that way, I guess. It can be, on its best and oddest days, a reminder that, if we’re lucky, we can have some control over our lives, our own little stories, that we can be willful and brave and self-possessed. I still wish, of course, that I could be lazy and shiftless, independently wealthy and obliged to no one’s clock but my own. But as a way of measuring time and experience, work is useful, alternately heartening and frustrating."
It is in the nature of tyranny for one realm of life to desire power outside its own sphere, and over the whole world even. There are different kinds of persons-the strong, the handsome, the smart, the devout-and each of these hopes to shine in his or her own sphere, though not by that in another.
Sometimes two spheres meet, and the wise and the rich fight for mastery-foolishly, for their mastery is of different kinds. They misunderstand each other, and each makes the mistake of aiming at universal dominion. Nothing can win this, not even money, for it is powerless in the kingdom of the wise.
The following statements, therefore, are false and tyrannical: “Because I am handsome, so I should command respect.” “I am rich, therefore you should love me.” “I am strong, therefore you must believe what I believe.” “I am entertaining, therefore elect me to office.” “My industry is key to our economy, therefore let me teach your children.”
Tyranny is the wish to obtain by one means what can only be had by another. We owe different duties to different qualities."
"O Man! Attend!
What does deep midnight’s voice contend?
I slept my sleep,
And now awake at dreaming’s end:
The world is deep,
Deeper than day can comprehend.
Deep is its woe,
Joy—deeper than heart’s agony:
Woe says: Fade! Go!
But all joy wants eternity,
Wants deep, profound eternity!"