I did it lying down, darling.
I don’t know about you, honey, but I do most of this stuff lying down.
Darling, I don’t know. I dreamt it.
I love them both, honey. Don’t ask me to cut the babies in half.
I mean, it’s only rock n’ roll, honey.
I didnt never knew what they called it, honey.
I mean, boo, we all bump into death at one time or another, honey.
Good try, honey.
If Strummer’s instincts were not his alone, then somewhere right now a kid is throwing a fancy, overpriced package of twenty-five-year-old material across the room and pledging to reinvent punk rock once and for all, doubting her heroes while carrying their astonishing music in her whole body. ♦—
—Sasha Frere-Jones, from “1979”
(a piece I revisit)