| Q: You have outlived your ancestors, and many of your colleagues in letters.
Vonnegut: Yes, well, that's the reason that I don't want to be
in New York any longer. I don't want to go to parties any more. There
are no familiar faces anymore. You know, you go to a party and you hone
in on the couple people you know. There are none of those people for me
at parties any more. I've lost my sister, my brother, my editor, my
publisher. It's a whole generation gone by. Old war buddies of mine, my
colleagues, my family.
Kurt Vonnegut in an interview with McSweeney's
|
| |
| "think of being thrown into a freezing ass lake of perfect blue water
with headphones on and as your body takes in all parts of the shock of
that temperature change, what you continue to hear loudly and with as
much clarity as the water had blue, is a gold rush, a sunken treasure"
---Said of Annuals on Daytrotter.com
|
| |
| “Oh friends, friends-of-friends, friends-of-colleagues,
friends-of-distant-relatives, upstanding, good looking, perfectly nice
people with masters degrees who want so badly to be on stage: it’s not
so much that we don’t like your band, or your songs, or your hairstyle,
or your promos, or your one-sheet, or your website, or your flying-V
guitar. It’s just that you were our friend first, and an aspiring
musician second, and, honestly, in the end, we would rather be having
coffee with you, or flying kites, a picnic in the park, cross-country
skiing, something active, aerobic, conversational, therapeutic,
enriching, interpersonal, paint-by-numbers, dodge ball, falafel
sandwich, sunset, holding hands, human touch. Can we still be friends?”
--Sufjan Stevens
|
| |
