I stumbled across an interview of Gary Baseman (recollections of where and when I saw his work is not coming to me) that reignited the inner inspiration-seeking artist that I'm not.
In my early teens up to my early twenties, many mundane things used to inspire me to no ultimate destination or final product except the self-satisfaction and joy that it brought me. I stopped feeling that way once anxiety took over, so to be reminded of its existence today made me feel like I've found a solution.
I used to let music take over my wardrobe, hair, and writing. Finding good bands after good bands, watching the kids that came to shows, and reading/watching countless interviews (possibly my all time favorite coverage of a band is "Mental Mystics." The hilarity of MGMT's fight against indie vs. major labels à la the Rolling Stones (1:12-1:23) and their authentically blase nature, as well as Vanwyngarden's literal mental mysticism, is always a comical inspiration). I used to photograph and document my life at least once a week. I used to be okay with going to events alone in college. DIY my clothes and accessories. Thrift often. I want to get back to that part of myself.
I'd also like to get a penpal-- I just don't know how. I guess contact me if you're interested and don't live in NY and aren't really my friend and aren't a complete freak by objective standards. I hear Instagram is a good place to find a random stranger to be your penpal, but I'm not on Instagram, thank god.
Since I neglected STRFKR, they returned with another song that inspired me:
