I understand this, even though Joan is not my jam at all. As someone who has always been "the funny guy" sometimes it becomes frustrating to be taken seriously, to have one's beliefs understood. You can be serious all day long, but the minute you crack a joke it can all fall apart, as though being stoic was the spackle that held your legitimate argument together in the first place, rather than it making logical sense.
That's a great article to link to, by the way, and I'm glad you featured this Sadie. I liked her take on Woodstock as well ("And it was a wonderful three days; the music was great. I’m glad I was there. But it wasn’t the fucking revolution."), but the real treat is this nugget:
"I don’t think I was particularly happy. I think I was sort of dreamy."
I think a lot of people can identify with that distinction. Very cool interview.
If ever there was any doubt that what goes around comes around, witness the silver pants and shirt and the pic beside with the tunic and leggings...okay the candystripes are a bit twee but still...
I would feel more like swaying in the breeze like an awning and less like jumping in the awning striped jumpsuit. But as hortense said, the only proper thing to do would be scream "Stop! Hammertime!"
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That's a great article to link to, by the way, and I'm glad you featured this Sadie. I liked her take on Woodstock as well ("And it was a wonderful three days; the music was great. I’m glad I was there. But it wasn’t the fucking revolution."), but the real treat is this nugget:
"I don’t think I was particularly happy. I think I was sort of dreamy."
I think a lot of people can identify with that distinction. Very cool interview.
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