ate some wheat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2019.09.26
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
For a long time I was very bitter that the people who controlled the means of anybody ever hearing my songs were never gonna play them. They only favored music that I specifically and particularly hated, and I wanted them dead. Suddenly, there was another avenue. I started hearing my stuff coming out of bars and then it started to happen little by little -- a movie song here or a TV ad there.
—Iggy Pop