I've always tried to look out for the possibility of new creative/collaborative situations where I saw the opportunity, the underlying idea being that if one can manage to produce some genuinely good work once in awhile, it will somehow balance out the uninspiring bullshit one has to put up with the other 98% of the time. It's a sad moment when your first thought of a potentially exciting collaborative circumstance is immediately quashed by the realization that the person you have in mind has, after many years, finally managed to piss you off to the degree that even your relentlessly idealistic desire to make something good can't overpower the weight of history any longer. It's a threshold I never thought anyone could really make me cross.
I know this isn't exactly a news flash, but it's true-
Humans are poorly designed.
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Hm, now I understand.
Anyway, our best poet, Drummond de Andrade - who always lived on the edge of his time - wrote one of the most controversial poems of brazilian literature. It's famous cause there's a "stupid" and nonsense repetion about a rock on the way. "On the middle of the way there was a rock. There was a rock on the middle of the way"... something like that. At that moment, people couldn't understand that he's talking about not only life's obstacles, but that he noticed they were always there, and to notice them at that point again was important to figure out how he'd surpass them, cause he will definitely make it. The repetition was the strategy to remind him and to make him feel sure that it would still be there, on his way, but he'd make it anyway: so enjoy your cold shower and laugh about it, cause yes, there WAS a rock... there, right behind you. Your music take it behind and always will - I believe! :)
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