i can’t wait until my glasses come in. i haven’t been able to see properly since july… oh and i caved into getting ray bands. i know im going to look like a total hipster. but everything else was insanely lame and purple… black just goes with me.
“There are no limits to your being, only those you ascribe to yourself. There are no limits to your understanding, only those that are due to trying to understand with the mind. There is no limit to your light, except the dark shadows of the ego cast upon the sky which we call the self. Shake your soul! Awaken it from slumber! The time has come to awaken to your divine being.”—Vilayat Inayat Khan (via lucifelle)
How much do you need, really? If we can make a living going out for a few weeks a year and keep people satisfied by making sure we play the locations we need to hit, I’m not Kirk Hammett. I don’t need to buy $10,000 guitars every day. That’s not my lifestyle. I love Kirk, but that’s not me. I have a very sustainable vineyard industry in the Valley which will eventually start to pay its own bills.
I love to go on the road and play music for people and express myself, but for it to be something where I’m out there to make money, that’s depressing to me. You end up beating yourself up. Who gives a shit how much money you have if your back hurts so much you can’t stand up. Money’s not the goal. Having fun making the art, that’s the goal. Finding a nice, happy medium. Being healthy and still expressing what you need to express in an effective way, that’s the ideal.