“As Victor watches, dumbstruck, he realizes that while Love is playing the harp masterfully and would’ve no doubt garnered attention for that alone, it’s not only that which has everyone in a trance. It’s watching him play, watching deft fingers pluck on the strings and the serene expression on his face that’s truly captivating.”
You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then, especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack dab in the middle of “Hollyweird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life.
Lana Del Rey announces her new record Lust for Life
I just want to point out something. A joke is only funny when it isn’t used ad nauseam.
So, basically, when can we say this isn’t a joke but that there’s serious intent? How many times before we can rightfully say: this isn’t a joke, this is a pattern. This isn’t a bonus, this is the heart of the text?
“I really didn’t like the whole serial-dater thing. I thought it was a really sexist angle on my life. And so I stopped dating people, because it meant a lot to me the set the record straight - that I do not need some guy around in order to get inspiration, in order to make a great record, in order to live my life, in order to feel okay about myself. And I wanted to show my fans the same thing.”
The universe doesn’t owe you some sense of cosmic purpose. It’s indifferent to your existence. In the grand scheme of it all, we are inconsequential grains of sand in a false god’s hourglass. But that’s precisely why I find the hope hidden in the nothing - because it’s up to us to ascribe the meaning in our own lives.