We Want to feel ya!
We don’t mean to kill ya!
We come back to Heal ya – Janglin soul

Maybe I will do the unheard of, the outrageous. Maybe this year I will do what it takes to attempt to make myself happy again.

The show Mad Men makes me think a lot about people, period art/styles and the simplicities we’ve lost since the late fifties and early sixties. Pertaining to people, that’s what its all about, they build rich characters you can be in love with(at least the idea of them) or be disgusted by. The standards of what is beauty, fashion have changed(I think) for the worse. People no longer have guts, people no longer know how to be self destructive but never quite lose touch with the important things, I’ve never envied anyone so fucked up before. Everything style wise is beautifully simple and modern, crisp and clean, with well thought out imagery that oozes sex, cigarettes and booze. Sleek fonts and logos immediately illustrate the time and mood appropriately. These typefaces now usually indicate a building is in need of a face lift or renovation, just like a vain old women, wrinkled and showing age. I idolize and remorse the ability to be someone new on a hunch. I would snap up the opportunity to start over new, fresh, elsewhere any day. Technology prevents things like these from being so easy, a curse and a blessing. The whore mother of technology is everyone’s yearning for safety and convenience, some things I wish for a little less of, to make things interesting. Thinking about these things makes me realize, I am living in a building made around this time, where there bustling business men walking by every morning? What kind of people lived here? A Peggy Olson, a Don Draper? Goddamn, If I were any kind of artist I would be inspired.

It’s hard for me to do things involving arts and subcultures without feeling I am giving a pretense or am being someone I am not. Here, I hope, I can be without judge and be who I feel is my true self and never mind what anybody else does. Speak up for myself.