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"In the year 1968--have I made a mistake?"
Feb. 7th, 2002 08:57 pmI'm getting call backs and e-mails back. I'm still holding my breath, but hey, I arrived on time for my temp agency appointment. I keep up this getting on time thing, nothing can stop me.
Someone wrote a post about Cat Power and the fetishization of damage. Ironically, for years, I realize I had some damage, realize I milk it for attention and connection, then feeling like I am exploiting people and go all detached, then wondering if I am blocking people from understanding me and from help. Now, it is nothing dramatic. I am just very shy, very afraid of showing my work, afraid of giving a controversial opinion.
I have no answers about if she is mentally okay to do the attended publicity and touring junket. What Cat Marshall could be having is really intense stage fright (compounded by other fears?). That's not so unusual, I think Robbie Robertson wrote a song about that.
It also reminds me of another damaged sort, "Wild Man" Fischer. Mind you, schizophrenia might not have the same cache as bi-polar disorder (much to the dismay of people with bi-polar disorder), and part of the experience of listening to one of his albums, An Evening with Wild Man Fischer isn't just his very child-like songs with its own logic, but in the times when he cracks, and badly, through song, when he is on the Sunset Strip selling songs for a dime, or when he is talking to Frank Zappa. One thought, "What are they doing exploiting this guy who obviously cracking up," and another "Oh . . .my . . .god."
Hey, no rhyme, but at least I'm not whining about looking for work.
Someone wrote a post about Cat Power and the fetishization of damage. Ironically, for years, I realize I had some damage, realize I milk it for attention and connection, then feeling like I am exploiting people and go all detached, then wondering if I am blocking people from understanding me and from help. Now, it is nothing dramatic. I am just very shy, very afraid of showing my work, afraid of giving a controversial opinion.
I have no answers about if she is mentally okay to do the attended publicity and touring junket. What Cat Marshall could be having is really intense stage fright (compounded by other fears?). That's not so unusual, I think Robbie Robertson wrote a song about that.
It also reminds me of another damaged sort, "Wild Man" Fischer. Mind you, schizophrenia might not have the same cache as bi-polar disorder (much to the dismay of people with bi-polar disorder), and part of the experience of listening to one of his albums, An Evening with Wild Man Fischer isn't just his very child-like songs with its own logic, but in the times when he cracks, and badly, through song, when he is on the Sunset Strip selling songs for a dime, or when he is talking to Frank Zappa. One thought, "What are they doing exploiting this guy who obviously cracking up," and another "Oh . . .my . . .god."
Hey, no rhyme, but at least I'm not whining about looking for work.
