Torment Saint

Just let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair.

And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’—that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.’ ”
—KIERKEGAARD

The most he showed himself and others, he said, was that he “could do something I didn’t really want to do for four years.”

I wondered why every part of the song wasn’t the most exciting part of the song.

wouldn’t say we were innocent and everything was great but we certainly weren’t burdened by anyone else’s opinion … The three of us were intensely critical people but not particularly judgmental people. We were slightly depressed people who enjoyed each other and appreciated anything that made us feel genuinely astonished.” And when they needed it, they created their own astonishment.

Most weekend nights featured rolling aimlessly in Hornick’s car, because “either we had no real life and had no place to go or because we couldn’t really think of anything that would be as enjoyable

if you complain about the cult of the winner, people assume you are espousing the cult of the outsider

Don’t get bummed out. They’re just songs