Rock ‘n’ roll got its deserved hero. When Jack White stepped up and was like. ‘Watch me devastate your entire fucking industry and all of your expectations of rock with a plastic guitar,’ and his pal on the drums, and literally release records without bass, with beautifully out-of-tune but seriously correct parts. And on analogue equipment with a guy that basically kinda went, ‘Hey, guess what? CDs are over.’ Just at the helm of that. CDs are fucked and everyone is stealing the records on computers. It was like watching everybody in the music industry get what they deserve at the hands of this guy out of Detroit who’s seriously, seriously consumed the power of the mythological shit from Led Zeppelin and the blues elements. I mean think about that rock ‘n’ roll starts with the blues, and the real industrial part of music dies with the blues—with a fucking blues champion. Like all of a sudden here’s this hero and you can’t manufacture what that is … like really you can’t. That’s the sickest story ever.
written by Ryan Adams, on Jack White Uncut (2014)
(Source: atranscriptofheartbreak, via the-real-arabella)
Twist of Cain
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whisperedwhere does it hurt?
it answered everywhere
written by Warsan Shire
(Source: naturalinfiniteyes, via aranrhod)
Jasper called me from London this morning and reminded me that tomorrow is my ten month sobriety mark. My friend Greg came down to Virginia from New York to visit me and we went road tripping to some places where we share wonderful and beautiful memories. I start at a new college soon, where I’ll also start a new chapter in my life. Today, I realized I’m going to be okay. There are so many things that are happening soon and for the first time in my life, I am not scared to embrace this new adventure. I have this new confidence, this new perspective that wasn’t there before. I’m so happy to be alive and healthy.
SO, how are you?