The important thing isn't that we're freakazoidal about the same things--it's that she's as freakazoidal about her stuff as I am about mine, and that enthusiasm can't help but unite us, even if the ob...
THE TOP TEN: David Bowie and Mick Rock, Moonage Daydream. Universe, 2002. David Buckley, Strange Fascination. Virgin, 1999. Kevin Cann, David Bowie: A Chronology. Simon & Schuster, 1984. Kevin Cann, A...
One of the things I love about the Stones is that whenever they aimed for Beatle-style warmth—as in The Singer Not the Song or Wild Horses—they still sounded fabulously surly. That’s what made them th...
Not being able to protect her from things was the most frightening thing I'd ever felt, and it kicked in as soon as we got together. With every year we spent together, I became more conscious that I n...
Morrissey was my Mrs. Garrett, the house mother from the Facts of Life, a soothing adult figure giving me words of wisdom.
Like any teenager who reads The Great Gatsby, probably, I was madly in love with the teacher who had opened it up for me.
For two weeks, I lay awake at night and said Hail Marys over and over to stop my heart from beating too fast. I suddenly realized how much being a husband was about fear: fear of not being able to kee...
Earthling and the next record Hours were so damn good, it was startling to hear them, but it was tough to convince my friends they were worth getting excited about.
At Camp Don Bosco, there were Bibles all over the place, mostly 1970s hippie versions like Good News for Modern Man. They had groovy titles like The Word or The Way, and translated the Bible into cont...
A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all.
We want to freeze the perfect moment, hold on to it, at least long enough to understand it. But it dances on with us or without us, so we jump in and try to keep up. The universe is expanding and we a...
Was this a total joke, or only a half joke? Was he suggesting that being a boy and being in drag were the same thing? Was he making fun of boys or coaxing me to see humor in the fact that I had to be...
The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.
The country singers understand. It’s always that one song that gets you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you. Country singers are alwaystwanging about that number on the jukebox they can’t st...
Somtimes you lie in a strange room, in a strange person's home, and you feel yourself bending out of shape. Melting, touching something hot, something that warps you in drastic and probably irreversib...
Singing what's in your heart? Naming the things you love and loathe? You can get hurt that way. Hell, you will get hurt that way. But you'll get hurt trying to hide away in all that silence and leave...
My ears rang all the way home and I didn't want them to stop. It made me want to start something.
I’d have too much John (Oh Yoko!, I’m Steppin’ Out, Oh My Love, New York City, Nobody Told Me) and too much Paul (Jet, Friends to Go, Flaming Pie, Too Many People, We Got Married, Simple as That, Hi,...
It started off as a playful fantasy we talked about. Then the fantasy became a plan, the way fantasies sometimes do, and the plan became a future. It didn't hit us as the climax of anything, just the...
It all culminated in the 1995 Anthology, which would have seemed like an embarrassing defeat only a few years earlier. The record company had figured out how to treat the catalog as a prestige item; t...
