Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Tag: fame
Russell Brand and the GQ awards: ‘It’s amazing how absurd it seems’
The glamour and the glitz isn’t real, the party isn’t real, you have a much better time mucking around trying to make your mates laugh.
Russell Brand and the GQ awards: ‘It’s amazing how absurd it seems’
The Acting Personality: Just How “Authentic” Is Jennifer Lawrence? | Press Play
Fame is high-risk and fundamentally incompatible with artlessness.
This is so good. By Masha Tupitsyn.
The Acting Personality: Just How “Authentic” Is Jennifer Lawrence? | Press Play
Resonant Frequency: “Happy Birthday, Kurt” | Features | Pitchfork
We think he was a good guy but we really have no idea; we know he was a drug addict and that he abandoned his family, but many of us overlook that because we think we understand his pain, and who are we to judge. But of course, we can’t do the same for people in our own lives. Forgiveness in real life is much harder and more complicated, which is another alluring thing about interfacing to an iconic image: We get to practice feelings when the stakes are low.
@_markrichardson also has a great tumblr you should be following.
Resonant Frequency: “Happy Birthday, Kurt” | Features | Pitchfork
Surprise! It Is Easy to Crowdsource When You’re Famous | The American Conservative
The idealistic kids are funding the Establishment now.
Surprise! It Is Easy to Crowdsource When You’re Famous | The American Conservative
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Susan Ertz. (via). Cf. Seneca:
You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire.
All things are short-lived–this is their common lot–but you pursue likes and dislikes as if all was fixed for eternity. In a little while you too will close your eyes, and soon there will be others mourning the man who buries you.
Without the perks, plain ol’ fame and fortune just ain’t worth the trouble.
Norm MacDonald Interview | The A.V. Club
It’s a very odd thing with Hollywood, where you do stand-up, you’re good at it, then they go, “How would you like to be a horrible actor?” Then you say, “All right, that sounds good. I’ll do that.” So I’m fucking excited about not having to pretend to know what I’m doing with acting.
Also:
I love abandoning shit, because I don’t like doing shit over and over and over. I’ve thrown so many jokes away. First of all, I’m not a good enough performer to pretend that “I just thought of this,” that kind of shit. It’s saying the same word over and over again, it loses its fucking meaning. Also, generally I don’t like traveling around saying the exact same thing. I don’t think that’s a very good thing to do with your life.
And also:
I don’t really care about success or money or shit. I could give a fuck. I hate fame. I hate being recognized, because I don’t know how to talk to people. I see Sandler, man, and I’m like fuck, goddamn, I don’t know how he does it, those people are fucking everywhere he walks. If you’re walking with him, all you hear behind is people whispering. It’s almost like being fucking stoned, or a paranoid schizophrenic or something, where you think people are talking about you, but they actually are talking about you. It’s fucking surreal.
Fully Validated Kanye West Retires To Quiet Farm In Iowa | The Onion. “My goal all along was to be praised and talked about until I reached a level of total contentment with who I am and where I belong in the world, and on Friday night of last week, I reached that level.”
Someone from R.E.M. was saying to me the other night, ‘Get nervous when you realize you can do it. When you can go through a whole evening having talked to 50 people and not remember a fucking word of any of it. Then you really are in trouble.’