We are not black tie wearing robots
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” –Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac inspires me, but hey…who can blame me? He inspired Allen Ginsberg too. I mean the man invented the beat generation. A whole movement of art, and people, and poetry… He liberalized publishing by saying the things no one could. And maybe it did take a little obscenity, but if I could have only been around during a time where spontaneous creativity was key, where the tip of your tongue was a masterpiece, not a machine. I think I’ve read “on the road,” every year…and each time I get something new from it. It tells me a new story.
So, where am I going with this?
That’s my joy, the reason I love being a part of Whipp. We are not black tie wearing robots at a Laundromat spitting out calculated creations. Instead, we are creators. We get to be inspired every day and put that into our work. For me, today…that means I am thinking of Jack Kerouac while I edit an audio clip of strong, rebellious drums for a commercial.
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