2020 and not a splash of blue period blood in sight. I call that progress.
We’d forgotten what it felt like, if we ever knew at all. We’d forgotten why we do it, and why we should. We’d forgotten that it made us hurt. We’d forgotten that it made us feel. And we’d forgotten that it made us think, and we’d forgotten that it made us creative, we’d forgotten that it drove us apart, but that it also brought us together. We’d forgotten the humilty of slowing down. We’re forced to remember that the most powerful things we can do for our creativity is just. fucking. sit with it. Sit still. Trust our gut, that it’ll come. Because sitting still is part of the process, and the process is the hardest part. It’s painful, it’s brutal, and we never know when it’s going to end, if it ever ends at all.”Jem Higgins: Sit Fucking Still
There they are, bowling into the pandemic lockdown with their good content again.
Hat-tip to Adweek
Grime is a year-zero sound, which – in its early days, at least – asked only what’s next, and sought to get there first.Dan Hancox – Inner City Pressure: The Story of Grime
Went to Vilnius in Lithuania this month for a long weekend. I hadn’t heard of it before. Googling it beforehand, I found the marketing campaign they’d done recently. And when I got to the airport, the “where the hell is it” theme continued. Love it, would recommend (the approach to marketing, and the place).
Look, nothing you can buy will ever make you more wholeHold Your Own – Kate Tempest
This whole fucking thing thrives on you feeling incomplete
It is why you will search for happiness in whatever stupid thing you crave in a moment
And it is why you will never find it there
It is why you will sit there with the lover that you fought for
In the car you sweated years to buy
Wearing the ring you dreamed of all your life
And some part of you will still be unsure that this is what you really want
Bloody hell, I actually wrote something.
Read where to get lunch when you work near Bermondsey Street (which I don’t, any more)