155 Of 365 (366) For 2012

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“Making a record is a lot like surgery without an anesthetic.

 

You first have to cut yourself up the middle.

 

Then you have to rip out every single organ, every single part and lay them on a table.

 

You then need to examine the parts, and the reality of the situation hits you.

 

You find yourself saying things like

“I didn’t know that part was so ugly.”

Or

“I better get a professional opinion about that.”

 

You go to bed hollow and then back into the operating room the next day

. . .facing every fear,

every disgusting thing you hate about yourself.

 

Then you pop it all back in, sew yourself shut and perform

. . . you perform like your life depended on it

 

—-and in those perfect moments you find beauty you never knew existed.

 

You find yourself and you friends all over again,

you find something to fight for,

something to love.

 

Something to show the world.”

 

[ Gerard Way ]

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154 Of 365 (366) For 2012

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“He saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful,

that nothing was done quickly, without labor,

that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings,

revisings,

moldings,

addings,

removings,

graftings,

tearings,

correctings,

smoothings,

rebuildings,

reconsiderings,

nailings,

tackings,

chippings,

hammerings,

hoistings,

connectings

— all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor.

 

They went on forever and were forever incomplete,

far from perfect,

refined,

or smooth,

full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure,

 

yet,

in the way of things,

somehow noble,

complete,

and shining in the end.”

 

[ Jack KerouacThe Town and the City ]