You can't beat the beehive for glam punkette attitude.
I get sentimental over the music of the '90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I'm concerned, the '90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even...
Nothing connects to the moment like music. I count the music to bring me back, or more precisely, to bring her forward.
The reality of boy-girl life gets harsh, but in my fantasy, the music keeps them together.
How do you turn down the volume on your personal-drama earphones and learn how to listen to other people?
Yet Bowie was just hitting his golden years, rushing out his five best albums from 1976 to 1980, the best five-album run of anyone in the seventies (or since): Station to Station, Low, Heroes, Lodger,...
They asked me what sonically I could bring to the table, and I told them about this new gadget I had just bought, the Eventide Harmonizer. They asked what it did, and I said, it fucks with the fabric...
The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. E...
LOW PRESENTS BOWIE AT THIRTY, IN ALL HIS CONTRADICTIONS: artist, hedonist, introvert, astral traveler, sexual tourist, depressive, con man, charmer, liar. Low, released in January 1977, was a new begi...
I felt knots untie themselves, knots I didn't know were there. I could already tell there were things happening deep inside of me that were irreversible. Is there any scarier word than irreversible? I...
In their heyday, the Pet Shop Boys were the Interpol of the Eighties, dressing up to sing really weird pop songs about lust and loneliness in the big city. They're low-pro now, not retro-worshipped in...
When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
Learning, over and over. The work of love will make you bloody and it will make you lonely.
It was a smashing time, and then it ended, because that’s what times do.
If you tell people you’re writing a book about the Beatles, at first they smile and ask, Another one? What’s left to say? So I mention Baby’s in Black, or It’s All Too Much, or Lil Wayne’s version of...
I kept thinking of an old Robert Mitchum cowboy movie where he goes back to see the farmhouse where he was born and finds the house falling apart and an old man living in it by himself. Lonely place,...
And being a husband made me helpless, because I had somebody to protect (somebody a little high-strung, who had a tough time emotionally with things like the lights going out indefinitely).
Renée and I met at a bar called the Eastern Standard in Charlottesville, Virginia. I had just moved there to study English in grad school. Renée was a fiction writer in the MFA program. I was sitting...
I'd shut the whole world down just to tell you