I Have A Really Low Boredom Threshold.

It's No Good Looking To Writers For Definitions Of What Constitutes Proper Writing, Because You Will Drive Yourself Crazy, And You Won't Find Anything That You Can Build Into A Coherent Whole.

She Thought I Was...soulful, By Which I Think She Means That I Don't Say Much And I Always Look Vaguely Pissed Off.

Why Does Reading Freak People Out So Much? Sure, I Could Be Pretty Anti-social When We Were On The Road, But If I Was Playing A Gameboy Hour After Hour, No One Would Be On My Case. In My Social Circle, Blowing Up Space Monsters Is Socially Acceptable In A Way That American Pastoral Isn't.

Because Music, Like Color, Or A Cloud, Is Neither Intelligent Nor Unintelligent - It Just Is. The Chord, The Simplest Building Block For Even The Tritest, Silliest Chart Song, Is A Beautiful, Perfect, Mysterious Thing, And When An Ill-read, Uneducated, Uncultured, Emotionally Illiterate Boor Puts A Couple Of Them Together, He Has Every Chance Of Creating Something Wonderful And Powerful. All I Ask Of Music Is That Is Sounds Good.

Is It Wrong, Wanting To Be At Home With Your Record Collection? It's Not Like Collecting Records Is Like Collecting Stamps, Or Beermats, Or Antique Thimbles. There's A Whole World In Here, A Nicer, Dirtier, More Violent, More Peaceful, More Colorful, Sleazier, More Dangerous, More Loving World Than The World I Live In; There Is History, And Geography, And Poetry, And Countless Other Things I Should Have Studied At School, Including Music.