I never really had one idol or ultimate role model. It's not always in who they are anyway, but in what you take from them. I did learn a few things along the way though, so let's see:
Courtney Love got me into the habit of having breakfast, Keith Richards into the habit of eating fruit.
Andy Warhol taught me
it's work and discipline and not just inspiration.
Steve Jobs taught me to say no in order to focus.
Allen Ginsberg and his Dr. Hicks taught me not to be afraid to follow
my heart's desires, Jack Kerouac that it's ok to be confused and fragile.
Hunter Thompson taught me to take pride in being perceived as weird and to confuse and take it further when attacked by the conformist's expectancy to be apologetic about it.
John Lennon taught me that time enjoyed wasting, is not wasted time (although that quote had already been around for quite a while.)
Charles Bukowski taught me it's not always in what we make or produce or have to show, but in how we
live our lives.
Flight of the Conchords (and a slew of other comedians, but it was really during the first viewing of that show that the realization finally set in) to not take things too seriously and to always remember to take the piss out of myself and my own failures.
Serge Gainsbourg taught me there's nothing wrong with a bit of flat out commercialism and being a scumbag at times.
Pete Doherty (and his mom) taught me to see the darkness and misery of life as an experience and that as long as I can write, I'll always be ok.
Now, it's all very much still a work in progress, but they are there, some in my mind, some in my heart, guiding me along.
