I think that — that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a — a kind of an— an insane fury. He’s demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with — with actual pain, and — and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don’t remember that pain, that hangover — he’s too busy.
Useful advice for the weekend to come from Bill Faulkner, via The Atlantic.
Spazz Dad’s 2012 New Year’s Resolutions
- Only wear my “Forever Lazy” full pajama suit at night.
- Rid my life of all Kardashians.
- Learn to forgive (even though I’m really, really good at holding a grudge).
- Eat more beets (even though I will hate every millisecond of it).
- Listen to more Guided by Voices.
- Watch season one of Breaking Bad (just to shut up half the people in my life who constantly tell me “I HAVE to watch it!!!!”).
- Stop smurfing around.
- Spend more time with my family
- Read more books (this does not include teen fiction…I’m speaking to you “Hunger Games.”)
- Stop filling my daily vernacular with phrases from “The Wire” (“You hear me, snot boogie? Time for the re-up. Yo! Omar Coming!”)
+ Spazz Dad Todd Smith’s columns appear in each issue of METRO. He blogs whenever the mood strikes for metromag.com. Read more of his work here.
