dave hickey interview
Sometimes I get desperately depressed because I’m not cute anymore, or because I haven’t done what I said I would, but otherwise I’m OK. If I can get up, make coffee, look at the sunshine on the wall—hey. I don’t need a blow job before noon. I’m OK. And I think that most artists and writers—most of the ones that I know—are o-kay. They like to go into their studios, they like to see their friends, they like to chase girls or boys or whatever they chase. They were OK when they were a nobody, and now they’re OK when they’re somebody.
Dave Hickey, interviewed in The Believer. I’m reading his collection of essays, Air Guitar, right now, and I’m loving it. He’ll make you look at Vegas, Liberace and Norman Rockwell (among other things) in totally new ways.