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Rob: "What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"


When I was younger I dreamed of owning a record store, like Rob did, spending my days surrounded by shelfuls of music and people who knew their shit, people whom I could have animated conversations with about things that mattered.

21st century killed many of my dreams, and in my depression I settle on watching movies that tell about times I didn't have the chance to be a part of.

I lose myself in celluloid pictures of past, bury myself so deep that I don't notice this time scurrying by. There's not much to see in here, so I don't feel too bad about it, but sometimes my view of reality seems so fucked up I wonder what the hell I'm doing with myself.