January 11, 2010

Bored at work (for the first 5 minutes I was there today) I stumbled upon an intriguing article about Patti Smith. She, like myself, was from South Jersey. Now she's in the Rock N' Roll hall of fame, a legend among punks, a force to be reckoned with. Could that be me? I never really understood her music or her, never gave it a second look, but the woman is an artist. I actually see a lot of myself in her after reading that article. Weird.

Everyday she creates something, and I thought to myself, maybe that is what I have emulate to find myself in her shoes. I'm not saying I want to get on stage and breath fire, but I want to create a life for myself in New York. I want to throw on my combat boots, throw my hair back and go to that New York corner store for my daily coffee and paper (if they still exist by that time).

In other news, my job, or my "contract" job is putting more and more of a lifeless weight on my shoulders and testing my sanity. Listening to "Dased and Confused" on my way home from work was so appropriate. Not because I was high or tripping on LSD, but because, well, confusion is like my best friend right now.

New York...where art thou?

http://nymag.com/arts/music/profiles/63035/