Funk, I don’t think I have anything to do with funk. I’ve never considered myself funky. David Bowie
Ok, I am here to tell you that I have officially fallen out of funk! That’s right, the funk is over, I got funking sick of being in a funk and I am moving on. On top of being depressed about the whole CL attack thing, and the funking bass player thing I was totally funking sick. But, I am funking over it! I have spent the last 4 days in recuperation reading, something I never get to do. I have finished up “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” for the second time and I loved it more the second reading than I did the first. I also read Oscar Wildes’ “The Picture of Dorian Gray“, which I absolutely loved. His eloquent prose on art and hedonism touched such a deep nerve in me as an artist and musician. I wanted to share with you a passage I read that really hit home.
“The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. A great poet is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.”
With that I leave you with something fun and different….
“I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
I’m sorry dear blog readers but I am an addict, and it’s not just alcohol my friends, oh no, that would be far to easy! I downloaded Erik Christian‘s book of poetry today on my Kindle, free, and guess what! I have 236 books in my Kindle just absolutely bitching at me to be put into a category. “Hell’s Bells, woman!” I can hear Hemingway scream from the Keys, “What is your damn problem?” He asks as he yanks yet another huge marlin from the resistant sea. “Well, Mr Hemingway,” I say to him in my drunken stupor, “I really don’t know!” I look at the Marlin who is obviously pissed at this bastard for yanking him from his happy day of doing what marlins do, FISH! “I sincerely meant to put you and that damn Charles Dickens into the classics section but I must have lost my mind!” I say as I back away from one very pissed off marlin and one very rum drunk fisherman….Sorry just had to share….And now for your listening pleasure, what better than Jane’s Addiction, LOL