Sunday, June 06, 2004


The Impossible Dream

I'm listening to a Juana Molina CD Greg let me burn yesterday, that we first heard a few weeks ago on a Fresh Air interview with David Byrne. I feel like Don Quixote, hearing things that I want to make and trying to get there, but they're imagined and sonic and not tangible. How much can one do on one's own? I think I need to smash a personal myth. Mainly it's pride and insistence on self-sufficiency, but I feel like great art most come from the individual depth. But I can't do everything all by myself. There's a reason that the one-man band never really made it. Watching someone try to do everything for himself is more funny and sad than it is beautiful.

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