A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all.
Sending Paris Hilton to jail for being the most loathed celeprosy lesion in the history of the species seems like a happening idea at first - forty-five days at Century Regional Detention Center is so...
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 real high point of his film career is The Hunger,
The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.
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...
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.
Monogamous musicians are like vegan hockey players.
Jesus H. Christ on ice and Mary in the penalty box!
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 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...
I was too scared to talk, but I was more scared to not talk.
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...
Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of life.
Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life.
Dog love is blind. For that matter, dog love is stupid.
But God is the best song any Beatle wrote about religion, with all due respect to George’s My Sweet Lord. Both were produced by Phil Spector the same year—with Ringo on drums. (Talk about ecumenical.)...