It's hard to be a writer in advertising. Duh.
I try to keep my subconscious loaded with quality content of Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, and Jersey Shore (kidding). But when I see tags like "Treat your eyes to a feat of surprise" plastered across a bus for Cirque De Solei, I feel the creative feces return to rot the brain like Bon Jovi doing a reunion tour in Jersey.
Bitching about it won't do any good. I'm done ranting and complaining, it's time to find inspiration which means I need to get after the creative scene out here in Chicago.
I don't have a major cash flow to hit up every rock show across town, but I've heard whisperings of a decent creative scene in this city. It's yet to be seen by yours truly. I won't lose heart, and I'll start asking around a little more. And when / if I find a few decent spots, I'll write them up here for the one person who still reads this after my fourth month hiatus. I love you mom.