The Vienna Franks are a good example of urban white acid folk revivalism crossed with ska.

Here's my theory about meetings and life: the three things you can't fake are erections, competence and creativity.

The harder you try to become the opposite of your parents, the more quickly you become them.

Do you think we enjoy hearing about your brand-new million-dollar home when we can barely afford to eat Kraft Dinner sandwiches in our own grimy little shoe boxes and we're pushing thirty? A home you won in a genetic lottery, I might add, sheerly by dint of your having been born at the right time in history? You'd last about ten minutes if you were my age these days.

There's nothing cute or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That's me and my memories.

The Internet has made me very casual with a level of omniscience that was unthinkable a decade ago. I now wonder if God gets bored knowing the answer to everything.