KRYPTYCH

it’s all lebron and wade on the twitter feed, jkidd and talk of legacy- what do we really leave behind? i’ve always thought about what i do and how it would be like to look back at what i’ve done with some sort of curatorial cap on, a bit of cosmetic retcon on one’s discography.

what does one really want? creating something at par with what inspired said creation, or trailblazing now only to seem pedestrian when everybody else is doing what you did first, when context isn’t around to help smoothen the rougher bits and pieces. lebron as jordan or pippen? new order revivalists? alt-country for the young folk? bread?

i envy the artists that can stomach plowing through long infertile stretches, working out kinks thru experiments and then releasing them as part of the finished product, vs materializing fully-formed w/o warning. self-discovery and voyeurism. it’s unconscious, some sublime manifestation of pure creation. god before he rested on the seventh day. limitations as something to play w/ vs the infinite. mark jackson as gsw coach.