It's hard to explain what happens when jazz and punk fuse with a violin twist but it works. Probably because Anson Choi takes off his shirt while he's playing the saxophone. Whoever's not chatting up a Cadet or a girl from Darling House or playing chess with the guys is watching the band. I turn into a groupie.
Melina MarchettaI look at him. "It's odious," he says. "Detention?" I ask, confused. "Huh?" We have no idea what the other is talking about. "What's odious?" I ask. "O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.
Melina MarchettaThere were events that stuck in my mind. One, for example, was the case of the missing palace seal at the beginning of winter.โ โOh the poor animal,โ she cried out, โtheyโre such beautiful creatures.โ โIโm speaking of the royal seal placed on correspondence, as you would know,โ he said.
Melina MarchettaI stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.
Melina Marchetta