The Maid from the Blue Moon Melodies

I should find a proper photo to share these thoughts with... some deep self-portrait that I have in mind. But it won't stop raining in this city, I don't know when I'll be able to put into images what I'm planing and I might as well forget. Again just something that was on my mind.

 

 

 

 

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Through history, artists always had to count on exposing their work in order to get known and... get more work.

Maybe because artists (and public personalities) always had so much exposure, for some it might seem like artists are "more here" than the rest of the world.

 

 

 

 

People always had this need to leave their mark in this world. Thus the notion that "plant a tree, write a book, have a son" will make for it.

But planting a tree is not enough anymore, who's ever going to know, right? Writing a book is so hard, isn't it? Having a son is so expensive in this day and age, it's trouble and worrisome.

 

 

 

 

So, when none of it fills the void and fear of going unnoticed in this world, and if the person doesn't have a particular set of talents and skills, the famous "15 minutes of fame" comes out to play.

 

 

 

 

Looking at it with a mean eye, it's so pathetic to see the amount of energy some people put into performing folly just to show up on the tv news or gossip sites. The internet has only made it worse, the goal now is to be facebook/youtube/twitter famous and if you find something to attract interest and boost you into popularity stardom, suddenly you're the sh*t. Even if you can't follow a line of thought and put two and two together, you are better than your peers because you have a large following of fans. And "something to attract the interest" can be as fake as you get, like creating a false conversation on facebook or iPhone, post the screenshot and hope it will go viral.

Funny how the spotlight floods them so, makes they think the sparkle comes from within themselves. And once bathed in such glory, they will do whatever it takes to keep people's atention... again, with nothing interesting/worthy to share.

 

 

 

 

People desperate to date a famous sports person, a tv or movie actor/actress. Some will propose marriage to a serial killer that got to be famous, many will get naked in front of paparazzi and pretend it wasn't all set up between them for the exclusive photos. If you are a cute teenager on twitter talking about how horny your are feeling, or how perky your boobs are, that's a sure way to get yourself followers by the thousands. This is the age of self-exposure.

 

 

 

 

Obviously the artists class is plagued with shallow, pretentious people, full of bs. "Artists" that will come up with a huge blank canvas and a black dot on a corner and be called genious. Everyone wants to be admired. When two such "rising stars" meet, one would swear that the very air was draining the Vitamin D out of each other's body by their throwing so much shade around.

 

 

 

 

So much anger, frustration, mischief, shame and guilt... when a hundred years from now it's not you, not me, not them, not anyone that will remembered, but always the really big huge talents that actually did something memorable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gorillaz - Tomorrow comes today

 

 

 

 

Everybody's here with me

(we) Got no camera to see

Don't think I'm not all in this world

The camera won't let me go

And the verdict doesn't love our soul

The digital won't let me go

 

 

 

 

Yeah yeah yeah

I'll pay (yeah yeah yeah)

When tomorrow

Tomorrow comes today

 

 

 

 

Stereo I want it on

It's taken me far too long

Don't think I'm not all in this world

I don't think I'll be here too long

I don't think I'll be here too long

I don't think I'll be here too long

 

 

 

 

Yeah yeah yeah

I'll pay

When tomorrow

Tomorrow comes today

Done