living in seattle is a good idea. it's a good plan if you're sheltered, angry, horny, and want to start a band. But i don't have a clue - not any hint - of how to survive for one day the "courtney love" way, and find food and shleter on my own (clothing's easy to get tho... i shoplift like a little weasel). For christ's sake - i've never even had a JOB - i wasn't allowed to. So my pathetic lack independance is why i'm going to college and it's why i'm studying creative writing (cause it's a fucking bullshit major to buy time with). rmm... I'll still be going to vet tech school after i graduate, since that's the only job i can imagine myself giving a shit about enough to miss sitcoms for. But i know, as corny as it is, that what i REALLY have in the back of my mind, is starting a band. Not just "being in" one, but starting one with my own chosen band name, and my own lyrics, and my own style. Music is art, art is superfluous and indulgent, so there's no reason to compromise my vision awright? But see... i can't sing... and i know it. So how do you find a good singer (male) HOW!! not the fucking wanted adds i hope!
am i pretentious? is that vain, and completely unrealistic to even say the word "band" when over the age of thirteen and far from being some virtuoso? but while i'm thinking of courtney love, here's a quote of hers,
"imagine that it's 1983, you're a teenage peice of white trash and not even remotely decorative, but you love the great rock dream and it's all you've got... And you buy a guitar and it burns like coal in your hand and you feel some power and for once it isn't the power of being made fun of or picked on, it's the shallow mystic power of self-respect."

am i pretentious? is that vain, and completely unrealistic to even say the word "band" when over the age of thirteen and far from being some virtuoso? but while i'm thinking of courtney love, here's a quote of hers,
"imagine that it's 1983, you're a teenage peice of white trash and not even remotely decorative, but you love the great rock dream and it's all you've got... And you buy a guitar and it burns like coal in your hand and you feel some power and for once it isn't the power of being made fun of or picked on, it's the shallow mystic power of self-respect."