the most missing is originality. the ideas sprouts from nowhere, a place where there's no signs of indications on how to get there. at least for me.
but for some people imagination land is as close as his/her closet door where ideas fits as the necessary clothes. the originality and love on that creation conquers any kinda lack of funds. the rudeness even gives us some spice of juvenilebackwardstimemachinestufflike.
but we have to shoulder the boulder of expectation. we have to be "the best of the best of the best sir!" (as J mocks that guy) no yielding. it's so sad to watch people giving up on their imagination for some calculating money survival horror society. playing is cool but can you survive with this skiffle of yours? "oh, I'm sorry, there's no necessity for teens on your lyrics, no eletro drunk dance sex beat or cut off effect. no assets for me has no sense for me. next"
sometimes looks like your the only sane arround.
p.s.: sim, isto também me lembra aquele episódio de mesmo nome