i love a lot of david lynch’s work and his death has definitely made me sad. but it made me think on celebrity deaths and how much they usually effect me and i guess im usually not that impacted but…
if/when Ride from death grips goes honestly i think im gonna be fucked up on some deep fucking levels. may he live til his 90s, despite being a smoker and (rumor has it) enjoyer of other substances that arent amazing for life expectancy…
idk, something about lyricists, novelists, and poets who speak to me feel so fucking intimate in a way that filmmakers don’t necessarily (despite film being my probably favorite medium). and as corny/cliche as it sounds coming from an internet commie cracker, death grips has maybe gotten me through more fuckshit than any other artist, despite my being a relatively recent fan/convert