The music industry is an interesting lens through which to look at change, because it has had such a difficult time adjusting to the digital age.
Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection;.
But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.
One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.
Americans are less selfish than some of our politicians believe and will respond with reason and resilience to passionate clarity.
I was a stepchild in two different families. The hardest thing about being a stepchild is you know that in some way everything would be easier if you didnt exist.
It was the hat. He looked sweet in the hat. How could a man in a fuzzy blue hat have used human bones to pave his roads?
Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete now, even the young.
I listened to classic rock and roll, and punk rock. ‘Goon Squad’ provides a pretty accurate playlist of my teenage years, though it leaves out ‘The Who,’ which was my absolute favorite band.
I think, for one thing, all of us remember those teenage years and those songs that we fell in love with and the music scene that we were part of. So, in a certain way, music cuts through time like almost nothing else. You know, it makes us feel like we’re back in an earlier moment.
I think the one thing that’s changed over time is that I’ve come to realise, as a fiction writer, the fact that I don’t think it will work out, doesn’t mean that it actually won’t.
I’ve never been that confident. I don’t tend to think, swaggeringly, I’m going to ace this. It’s just not who I am.
Nineteen eighty is almost here, thank God. the hippies are getting old, they blew their brains on acid and now they’re begging on street corners all over San Francisco. Their hair is tangled and their bare feet are thick and gray as shoes. We’re sick of them.
Kathy was a Republican, one of those people who used the unforgivable phrase “meant to be” – usually when describing her own good fortune or the disasters that had befallen other people.
He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.
And Alex understood that Scotty Hausmann did not exist. He was a word casing in human form: a shell whose essence has vanished.
What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.
That we have some history together that hasn’t happened yet.
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.
I can’t tell if she’s actually real, or if she’s stopped caring if she’s real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?