I've come to realize that the older you get (I'm pretty ancient), the more difficult it is to focus on being creative.Nothing ever seems new (duh) and not all ideas seem worth pursuing anymore as they did when you were 5.Nonetheless the lyrics "You mistake talking for breathing" applied to art are sort of what keeps it all going right?I like Dean Sameshima's "Cop Head 69" as it on a vague level embodies the creative failing and frustration and at the end the product despite it all...not always so inspired,often calculated but nonetheless it exists which is sometimes good enough.
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