I can’t get my head around this. Where is the time going?
Anyway, tonight’s gig was brilliant and I think A Loss For Words are my new favourite band. Too good. My ears are ringing, I’m sweaty as fuck, and there are some absolute dicks in the crowds of gigs nowadays (if one more 17 year old boy elbowed me in the ribs I would’ve gone nuts), but I love going to shows sooooooo so much.
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”
I brought you things I loved just to show you that I care. I found a place to lay inside of the warmth. And that’s the way that I spent these past few days of writing all these songs. I swear to god that I love you, ‘cause I can’t explain this.