I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?
I think that the first part of the art is making the art, but when art really becomes art is when it belongs to somebody else.
Look: I download music illegally, if I really want it. But I always then buy the record - I support art.
