Julian Cope - Live in Toronto, Canada (1995) 1
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who wanted to be a poet. What better way to live life than putting random words down in an only privately sensible but outwardly incoherent fashion, for few if any people to read.
That little boy now blogs. Same diff.
But one of the most creative days of his life as a poet happened under the influence of Julian Cope. The suggestive power of music alone transported him into a zone of intensive creative energy and words came with such precision and power and force that the little boy could only surrender himself to it.
Hours later, long after the music was over, he had page after page of freshly typed words that he didn't remember typing. And two or three of them were good words. Very good words.
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