“I can’t be the person to swoop in and try to save the scene.”
“I can understand why people say songwriting is like therapy.”
“This is what I love: giving room for all your emotions.”
“I wanted to bring the sass back!”
What young band doesn’t quake at a salty
Pitchfork review?
“Whatever came out, we stuck with it.”
Sipping aguardiente with women in bikinis.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just outsource your problems to a cult?
Outside the chapel people compete for his attention.
Apparently Sports Team showed up, but I only had eyes for the Spanish quartet.
Is she ringing up some other blonde girl in a lilac bedroom, surrounded by Beanie Babies as she clasps the receiver to her ear?
I’m informed he's had the audacity to wear a pair of tight white jeans.
I was floating somewhere outside of myself, impervious to the bedlam from the speakers.
“Everyone’s a bit sad, aren’t they? And I feel like laughing about it helps.”
“Let me just say that I had to down a lot of tea to digest the bugger.”
“You end up with a kind of distorted reality, because you’ve turned the original sound on its head to find a whole new perspective.”
Times were bleak, and the world wasn’t listening — or worse still, it was listening to Simply Red.
“The Tories are dismantling our country.”
“She was right there on stage, cradling this panther under her arm because she was real shy.”