Sometimes,
art gets to you. It
haunts you, it keeps you up at night. You can't get this
song out of your head or that
picture out of your mind.
You listen to gloomy music to
elongate your
gloomy mood, because dammit you're an artist, and you're gloomy, and you have a right to be.
However, even
artists get tired of the melodrama sometimes. We all have our
Mitch Taylor-side and our
Chris Knight-side.
Being an artist is
rigorous, tiring, and hard work.
Being a good
craftsman can sometimes be a
royal pain in the ass.
Sometimes, no matter how
seriously we take ourselves, we just have to let go and dress up in a plastic black and white checkered dress and
spiked heels the size of
New Jersey and SOME
DISCO-RED
LIPSTICK AND A
MONKEY AND A FEATHER BOA
AND JUST DANCE DANCE DANCE!
....
Or some similar
release. You know.
Whatever.