Kristy Mitchell

What a woman

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 13:10:00 +1030

I would have been born in the late 40’s, a kid without a tv, surviving on mail-ordering photographs and autorgraphs and sacred knick-knacks, corresponding with strangers, pen-pals, in a time before the porno digital revolution, when the implication was more obscure, more beautiful, and people talked, in a time when philosophy and strange habits were admired, in a time when things were inky and still poisonous. IN a time when the questions were more obscene than the answers, in an age of opinion when people really took sides, in an age of thinkers and good service, in a time when real con men and bank robbers were hard to catch, in a time before sky high security, in a time before marshal law, in a time when one could walk right off the map, in a time when entertainment was artistic, not mathematic, in a time when value was valuable, not ovese with emptiness.

I probably would have gone to New York in the mid-60’s, left home where my Mother was holed up oil painting, my father hot-rodding cats, and darted for the city alone. I would have liked to see it all begin, tired of the hippies, plunging into the first of the drug party art galleries, the Warhol dreamscape, watching Edie Sedgwick climbing walls to heaven and slippinbg over the side with big deer eyes in headlights, still dancing. And the Velvets playing all those weird places doing what nobody wanted but what everyone needed, and watching the darker art punks mingling with the aristos and the street people and the rich artists fucking the poor artists and then everyone changing places, fluxuating and trying each other out and everything out, leaving behind the stiff values that plagued youth yesterday. A time when no one knew what the drugs would do, before worry was born the way it is today, flourishing like a nomadic plague. See Andy and Bridget Berlin sitting in a window of a diner eating hamburgers and drinking chocolate milkshakes in upper Manhattan, admiring transvestites with bad skin walking by like cowboys because last week they were real cowboys. And to be in the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel with Stanley when he was young, witnessing the chaos there when Edie set fire to 105, and/or just the general chaos there, the abrupt art and the abrupt deaths, the calm before the storm, the blackouts, the hysteria and all the imagination it took to do all that art, those films, those books, those songs. In a time before people knew what to do with them, before the salesman was perfected, when art was an addiction and artists, mysterious and rarely careerists, and you could still indentify and fall in love with the true spirit of loose canons.

— Alison Mosshart

‘It’s real love, yes it’s real’

Thu, 15 Dec 2011 08:01:34 +1030

‘It’s real love, yes it’s real’

I want to buy a small factory and live in it.

Thu, 15 Dec 2011 07:51:53 +1030

I want to buy a small factory and live in it.

"I can live with doubt, and uncertainty, and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to live..."

Sat, 03 Dec 2011 15:50:28 +1030

“I can live with doubt, and uncertainty, and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers, and possible beliefs, and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I’m not absolutely sure of anything, and in many things I don’t know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we’re here, and what the question might mean. I might think about a little, but if I can’t figure it out, then I go to something else. But I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without having any purpose, which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly. It doesn’t frighten me.”

- Richard Feynman (via crookedindifference)

mostexpectedme: we over-think. we get it. we over -...

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 18:35:38 +1030

mostexpectedme:

we over-think. we get it. we over - edit.

(subscribers to anti - analysis of thought, sign off and give up. life is so much easier this way.)

I can only imagine what you’re thinking, since i can’t hear your thoughts, anymore… Just ‘Imagine’ side two, lines numbers four, five and six, but forget the title of the song.

Bahaha. Understood.

Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:33:51 +1030

Bahaha. Understood.

paralleltouring: Dropping soon, for Free. With a couple sneaky...

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 15:53:05 +0930

paralleltouring:

Dropping soon, for Free. With a couple sneaky exclusives!

ryanpolei: some clean adelaidian rock & roll for the soul....

Fri, 12 Nov 2010 12:44:56 +1030

ryanpolei:

some clean adelaidian rock & roll for the soul. super bouncy jams - get in to dexter jones!

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