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Blow What’s Left of My Right Mind
Being a writer, Californication’s Hank Moody, said, is like having homework every single day of your life:
“All right, so at the end of the day if you could do anything else, telemarketing, pharmaceutical sales, or ditch digging, major league umpire ... I would suggest that you do that because being a writer blows. It's like having homework every day for the rest of your life.”
And it is. And it does. Blows, that is. But – in Moody’s context of that word – only sometimes.
The other times, it blows all that you are supposed to be doing away. It’s the lover you don’t have to love, but the kind you’ll never give up. Kind of like The Kills’ Future Starts Slow:
“You can holler, you can wail, you can swing, you can flair / You can fuck like a broken sail / But I’ll never give you up, if I ever give you up, my heart will surely fail.”
(Thank you Alison Mosshart.)