Nothing Ever Quite Dies, It Just Comes

A Hero Is A Goddam Stupid Thing To Have In The First Place And A General Block To Anything You Might Wanta Accomplish On Your Own.

Rock Is For Everybody; It Should Be So Implicitly Anti-elitist That The Question Of Whether Somebody's Qualified To Perform It Should Never Even Arise.

A Young Woman Is Dead. I Don’t Care. You Probably Don’t Care. The Police Don’t Care. The Papers Don’t Care. The Punks For The Most Part Don’t Care. The Only People That Care Are (i Suppose) Her Parents And (i’m Almost Certain) The Boy Accused Of Murdering Her.

What All This Posturing And Fake Glamor Results In Is A Vast Detachment And Cynicism On The Part Of The Artists. Since It's Impossible To Have Respect For An Audience That'll Take Just About Anything You Care To Dish Out, And The Impassive Demeanor Is So Central To The Role, A General Numbnose Is All That Can Be Expected.

... The Twin Concepts Of Nihilism And The Antihero Have Had It. What Began With The Wild One And James "nobody Understands Me" Dean, Ran With Increasing Vehement Negativism Up Through The Stones And Velvets And Iggy ... [i]t May Be Time, In Spite Of All Indications To The Contrary From The Exterior Society, To Begin Thinking In Terms Of Heroes Again, Of Love Instead Of Hate, Of Energy Instead Of Violence, Of Strength Instead Of Cruelty, Of Action Instead Of Reaction.