Anonymous asked: Man, I'm in my dark place right now. Graduated from college a few months ago and I'm trying to find a career type job in another city and move there but I've gotten zero interviews. I lost a bunch of weight last year but it all came back, and I worked out regularly for about three weeks before stopping. I'm real deep in a rut right now and it's weird because I have a great relationship and some real cool opportunities. Tonight I listened to Planes Mistaken For Stars for about an hour. Help me.
Chill the fuck out.
Shit takes a long time. Life takes a long time. People tend to look at Brittney Spears and say, “she’s done more at 20 than I have at 30!” But that’s clearly insane. Royalty does more at birth than you’ve done at 60, but why would you stretch reason to make that comparison? Who gives a shit what someone else does?
You may be in the struggle until you’re 30. Or 40. Or maybe shit will turn around tomorrow. Whatever. Work a dozen jobs you have no interest in keeping while you build your brain and have new experiences that prepare you for the job you do want. Have a goal, make a plan, believe in it enough to stick with it when your partner leaves you and your mom dies without seeing you’ve ‘made it.’
Or, do the other thing. Freak out and get a career job in a field you hate and work it until you die.
An upright ape with opposable thumbs.
For those wondering how Wandering Jew was coming along.
Cover is nearly done. Interior coming together.
If you’re an artist who likes working blue, get at me.
Anonymous asked: You out allot of your own personal experiences in your songs, and on here, does it make you feel weird that so many people that you've never met, or may never meet, feel like they know you on a personal level?
Yes and no.
There’s plenty parts of my life I don’t talk about. I suppose I find it a bit irritating when people make presumptions about the blank sections.
I remember there was one of those typical tumblr conversations on here one day and someone asked, “but you’ve never been sexually assaulted, so you wouldn’t know, would you?” And all I could think was, ‘what a fucking monster this piece of shit is.’ Why would you feel comfortable saying that, to anyone, anywhere? It reminded me that people just make the you they want.
Online, I’ve been watching a hardcore band I’ve never heard of navigate an allegation against them. I was waiting for the wrongheaded apology/explanation from the band, and, like clockwork, it came. And, like all statements, it said too much. People already created the parties in their heads. They saw the accuser as they wanted to, and the accused as they wanted to. And a statement that just provides fodder to both sides without motivating a change in opinion, is truly worthless.
Here’s how to handle people believing they know you:
"I know what I’m about. I know what I did. You don’t. You feel that strong on it? Step to me."
That’s all that can be said, so why fill a page with more words than that?
It goes the same way for people thinking they know a performer or writer. They don’t. They just make up the dude they want and they run with it. Could be they’re good guessers. But they’ll never truly know.
So, how serious can you take what someone says about you? Not very.
look what I did.