I Knew She Was From Australia And

The 'cool' Record Store. It Is Where You Can Talk To People Who Are Like You. They Look Like You, Think Like You And, Most Tellingly Like The Same Music As You - The Only Comparable Experience These Days Would Probably Be An Art Museum - An Actual Place Where You Can Stand And Simply Be Surrounded By Your Heroes.

I Remember When My Father Was Dying, I Remember Listening To Bjork, And Listening To John Coltrane, And These Things, And I Don't Know Why But Music Has The Power To Transcend Your Physical Being And Take You Up Just A Little Bit.

It Is Comforting To Know That There Is At Least One Place Where We Can Go And Be Confident That We Will Find An Audience Thirsting To Find New Music. Paste Magazine Is That Place. It's Loss Would Create A Very Large Black Hole.

Love Is The Thing That You Pursue Because It's The Thing That Gives You All This Life, Or You Believe That, Anyway.

You Want The World To Be What You Want It To Be, And Sometimes The World Doesn't Want That.