I went for a drive tonight, visiting a few places where I grew up.
Life is very strange.
"You know today I was only asked one question. And that one question all day ya know what that was? "Do you want this supersized?"
You know, come to think of it, I'd like the whole fucking world supersized. Supersized guns. Supersize planes. Supersize satellites. Think about how many more channels you could get with supersize satellites. Supersize sales. How do you supersize a sale? How 'bout we supersize third world debt relief. Supersize love. Supersize honesty. Supersize government. Come to think of it... actually, nah... let's not supersize the government. I'd like a supersize death. Can I have a supersize of death. I'd like a supersize of death with a coke. You know what we need? Some backup singers... we'll have like a little jingle. Kinda like that! You know. Supersize this song. Really, that's the goal isn't it? We can supersize the record. We'll sell more records! It's a supersized record. That is, afterall, our ambition.
Ambition. Ambition's a tricky thing. It's like riding a unicycle over a dental floss tightrope over a wilderness of razorblades. Ambition can backfire. Ambition means more. Ambition means faster. Ambition means better. I wonder if you can super... can you supersize ambition? Does that make you ambitious if you supersize ambition? Around here our ambition hurts more than it helps. Around here our ambition throws a non-perishable item in a donation bin at Christmas then it pats itself on the fucking back because it thinks it's done something decent. Yeah, we're supersizing ambition, make no mistake about it. Ambition will televise the revolution, and it'll sell more commercial spots than the Superbowl, the Olympics, the World Series and the tragedy du jour combined. We're supersizing. We're supersizing the record. 'Cause we're ambitious."
-Matt Good.
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