Today is a burst of introversion, with a semi-compulsory duvet day thrown in.

If you can’t join em beat them as Vlad and Kim might say. It’s just like the 60s again, threat of Armageddon just around the corner, riding with the wind in your hair (when you had hair) like theres no tomorrow.

Messaging a friend with thoughts on separating the artist from the art.

“I like Wagner’s music very so I dont think when I am listening to it thats he was a bit of an anti-semite. Ike Turner was of course an abuser/wife beater. Ray Charles was druggie but fathered a total of 12 children with ten different women and depending on how you view that’s either heroic or despicable. Gill’s personal diaries reveal his child sex abuse of his two eldest teenage daughters during their time at Ditchling Common, incestuous relationships with his sisters, and, in 1930, sexual acts on his dog, which is a bit too much of a stretch, though Gil Sands is a great font widely used. its complex. I would say most people don’t think about the artist but rather the art, but having said that most people don’t think do they?”

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