The feeling of "oh shit, why does that bother me so much" along with "who are we and what is what we have created." When tradition meets creativity and they engage in a glorious battle. known by all that nothing can stop tradition. When you realize that there is no such thing as art. People fuck other people. Hallucinations become normal.
“I think it’s high time the mentors, big brothers, big sisters, parents, Guardians, and neighborhood ne’er do wells, start taking younger people That look up to them To a real record store and show them what an important part of life music really is. I trust no one who hasn’t time for music. What a shame to Leave a child, or worse, a generation orphaned from one of life’s great beauties. And to the record stores, artists, labels, dj’s, and journalists; we’re all in this together. Show respect for the tangible music that you’ve dedicated your careers and lives to, and help It from becoming nothing more than disposable digital data.”—Jack White (via recordarchive)