Local artists share their financially irresponsible hopes and dreams.
—Marcy Wagman, 50+ —Director of Drexel’s Music Industry Program
“I’m gonna say ‘fuck it’ and go live in Florence for four months in the fall of 2010. Four months. Drinking wine. Wandering the streets. Getting lost in the back alleys. Grooving on Giotto. Or I’m gonna say ‘fuck it’ and build myself a one-room house by the seashore, or maybe the Delaware Bay, and live in it alone for a year and then write a classic book about the experience, like Henry Beston did in the 1930s when he lived on Cape Cod and wrote The Outermost House . Or I’m gonna say ‘fuck it’ and quit being nice to people for a least [one] month. I’m gonna say exactly what I think, and see what happens.”
—Anne Kaier, 64 Poet, Author of InFire
“I’m going to throw out all my underpants and be a beach bum in Costa Rica for a year and learn to surf. I’m going to sell my house, and work on my novel about a group of kids whose aunt was the Mrs. Smuckers lady from [the] TV commercials. [The kids] think [they’ll become] heirs to a jelly fortune when their aunt gets out of prison for tax evasion, and they constantly scheme to break her out. Much hilarity ensues. I’m going to start a 10-piece funk band, and we’ll play the Khyber and tear the roof off! To save on gas we will only play in Philly, and we will never make any money but we will be a happy and sweaty band.”
—Tommy Joyner, 39 Owner of MilkBoy Recording Studios and MilkBoy Coffee