Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: 1960 |
“Punk rock really came out of N.Y. as a philosophy before the groups were ever recorded. I had a kind-of intellectual interest in the idea of creating a new scene that could be a grassroots thing.”
“Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.”