I Don't Like Nostalgia Unless

I Never Liked The Beatles. I Thought They Were Garbage.

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

I've Gone Out With My Shotgun. This Is Hunting Country Out There. You Better Run.

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.

Plucked Her Eyebrows On The Way, Shaved Her Legs And Then He Was A She. She Said, Hey Babe, Take A Walk On The Wild Side.