blame it on my wild heart

I live in sydney. I love words, nostalgia, and scruffy-haired boys. also, clean sheet day. this is pretty much a scrapbook.

don't blame it on me, blame it on my wild heart.
redvelvetteacake:

ALMEREYDA: What was your sense of identity as an artist at that point? Were you just biding your time?
SHEPARD: No, I mean, I was writing all the time, so I wasn’t waiting  for anything. I think a part of the reason that those early plays were  short was that I just kept having these ideas and I’d just go off and  write them. I wasn’t trying to write one-act plays—it’s just how the  ideas would be expressed. Every condition I was in seemed like it could  be a play. Everything seemed like a possible play.
ALMEREYDA: It seemed like it was a time when the whole culture was kind of shaking itself awake.
SHEPARD: It was also a bit scary. I mean, people talk about the 1960s  in a nostalgic way, but to me it was terrifying. People were getting  assassinated. There was Vietnam. There were race riots. It felt like  everything was going to get blown up sky-high. It didn’t feel like  flower power. It felt like Armageddon.
SAM SHEPARD

redvelvetteacake:

ALMEREYDA: What was your sense of identity as an artist at that point? Were you just biding your time?

SHEPARD: No, I mean, I was writing all the time, so I wasn’t waiting for anything. I think a part of the reason that those early plays were short was that I just kept having these ideas and I’d just go off and write them. I wasn’t trying to write one-act plays—it’s just how the ideas would be expressed. Every condition I was in seemed like it could be a play. Everything seemed like a possible play.

ALMEREYDA: It seemed like it was a time when the whole culture was kind of shaking itself awake.

SHEPARD: It was also a bit scary. I mean, people talk about the 1960s in a nostalgic way, but to me it was terrifying. People were getting assassinated. There was Vietnam. There were race riots. It felt like everything was going to get blown up sky-high. It didn’t feel like flower power. It felt like Armageddon.

SAM SHEPARD

(Source: bbook, via oldfilmsflicker)

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    end is EXACTLY what my mother always says...late-60s/early-70s. Sam’s only