WHEN ONE IS EXPECTING
Today, I bought this book (for my sister, lets clarify that now ‘cause the only way I’m going anywhere near sperm is if I fall into a vat of it):
OF THE BRILLIANT:
STUFF IT HAS IN IT:
If you can get some stuff done in the chaos sometimes, god bless you. If you can basically hold it together, propping yourself up with duct tape and glue, rock on. If you can manage stay upright even one hour a day, you’re doing pretty great, as far as I’m concerned. And if you can be kind to the other stumbling fools around you half the time - well, that’s just heroic.
Sometime after Green Day released the wildly successful American Idiot in 2004, they graduated into what I call the “give no fucks” category, joining a few other notable peers. Foo Fighters fans weren’t clamoring for the heavy metal Probot record Dave Grohl made. Metallica didn’t create Lulu after millions of metalheads demanded they collaborate with Lou Reed. Green Day didn’t need to turn American Idiot into a musical, and I have a hunch that Billie Joe Armstrong teaming up with jazz-pop singer-songwriter Norah Jones to cover an Everly Brothers record was not the result of an online petition started by Green Day fans. But did any of these artists give a fuck? Clearly, no. If selling out is loosely defined as creating something for the sole purpose of it being successful, then whatever the word is for “opposite of selling out,” insert it here. These are endeavors of pure intent, and I respect them out of the gate for that.