Tokyo Police Club - Be Good (RAC Remix)

behind the marquee

Have been spending the last couple days thinking about this fantastic and monstrous city, my place in it, the social/political/commercial hierarchies here, and how to skip to the top. A twenty-three year old person, refusing to wait in line. I do not understand how so many people spend their lives in queue, waiting for something outside of themselves to allow forward movement. This city did not becken me to her shores for that. It is not my forte to relent to 'how it is.' My whole life has been about fighting the rules, cutting the corners, and following my heart against the words of elders. I have infinite time and no time at all. I have recently been told that being an artist is not about talent. Get the fuck out of here with that. This man is not playing the same game as you. I dont care if new york's hierarchies are presently all about playing these games: shit needs to and is going to change.