In this blistering solo rant, Mookie Spitz takes the 2025 Nobel Prize for Literature and turns it into a mirror for every would-be artist, procrastinating perfectionist, and self-styled “creative” who talks more than they make. Trigger warning for your inner hack: this one hurts.From Laszlo Krasznahorkai’s single-sentence novels to Picasso’s 50,000 pieces of relentless output, Mookie dismantles the myth of “someday” artistry — the fantasy that genius waits for perfect conditions. He drags the coffee-shop philosophers, the pandemic-era Zoom posers, and even his past self — the guy who mistook talking about art for doing it.This 64th Bald and Bloviating episode is part confession, part sermon, part flamethrower. Mookie draws lines between the ease-poisoned world of AI art and the sweat-stained grind of real creation, between the sous-chef’s burn scars and the diner’s luxury, between heaven and hell as two rooms divided by one thin wall. The verdict? If you’re not bleeding for it, you’re probably bullshitting.A Picasso...Works daily — even when uninspired, broke, or ignored.Creates out of compulsion, not validation.Finds joy in the process, not the applause.Welcomes discomfort as proof that something real is happening.Treats art like labor — a grind, a calling, a job you can’t quit.Doesn’t wait for “the right time” or “perfect idea.” They make time.Knows that meaning comes during the work, not before it. An Assho'...Talks about creating more than they actually create.Mistakes taste for talent, and intellect for output.Hides behind perfectionism — “It’s not ready yet.”Curates the appearance of artistry instead of doing the work.Thinks inspiration is earned by thinking, not doing.Quits when applause doesn’t come fast enough.Believes effort should be easy — that creation shouldn’t hurt.Which are you?Send the host a text! Let him know what you think Support the show

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