It's All Happening
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I owe Almost Famous for being a Pulp Girl. About a week before I saw a post about how this thing called “The Pulp Zine” was looking for people to start to write for it, I watched Almost Famous.  Like William Miller, I had little (and by little, I mean no) experience with writing professionally. Watching that movie is the equivalent of getting high and listening to Stoneground Words by Melanie. It’s filled to the brim with hot rockstars, drop-dead phantasmagoric cinematography, and the most magical soundtrack to ever exist.

Even though I haven’t gotten to hang out with Penny Lane, I have met some amazing babes through this, and I love them to pieces. And I am so sorry that this post is mostly me being a sappy glob of emotions, but c’mon, with all this fake 60s nostalgia, someones going to end up crying. (Well that, and The Pulp Zine is perfect.)

If being apart of this zine doesn’t inspire me enough to write, I think about the adventures (and misadventures) William had thanks to his articles. Long bus rides into the sunset, an essence of cool, and cute boys, create a feeling as if you’re apart of this chimerical journey.

“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.”  Every character in this film, besides William and his mother, are “cool.” Throughout the film **spoiler** (sort of) every character gets stripped of their cool-ness and their true self begins to show. It sounds like some shitty after-school special, but it’s far from it. It has me simultaneously wishing I was both William Miller and Penny Lane. Some may say Penny isn’t a role model one should have, I mean, she sleeps with a douchebag musician, ODs on pills, and follows bands around on tour when she’s apparently only 16. Well… the last one isn’t even that bad, its like, who wouldn’t want to follow around their favorite band and sleep with the lead singer? I just turned 16 and I would 100% rather follow around a band and be their… no, not their groupie… but their Band Aid, a term so perfectly coined by the one and only Penny Lane.  “We are not Groupies. Groupies sleep with rockstars because they want to be near someone famous. We are here because of the music; we inspire the music. We are Band Aids.” Just imagine, leaving school, dressing like a fucking babe, and being with your favorite guy in the world (ahem…Andrew Vanwyngarden… wherever you are… I’m ok with leaving school…) They don’t even know what it is to be a fan. Y’know, to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.  But you never know, one day I might be helping a rockstar recover from diving straight into a pool from a house roof after screaming, “I AM A GOLDEN GOD.”

Watching this movie alone is one dreamy, euphoric journey, and along the way, it will inspire you to go on one in real life. As pretentious as I might sound, this movie changed me and allowed me to get some fucking guts to do what I want; well, sadly not ditch school and follow around MGMT… not yet anyways!

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August 9, 2013

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Love you Kiya! This piece rocks, sums up the film perfectly! You’re the one that got me to watch that movie in the first place <33

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