Thank you for the music, Sleater-Kinney. This gang of three was the best American punk rock band ever. Ever.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Unlike me, Renee was not shy; she was a real people-pleaser. She worried way too much what people thought of her, wore her heart on her sleeve, expected too much from people, and got hurt too easily. She kept other people's secrets like a champ, but told her own too fast. She expected the world not to cheat her and was always surprised when it did.

Rock stars did not invent burning out. They just do it louder.

I will always love the Clash, because I loved them so much when I was fourteen, and I love how you can start a conversation with almost literally any dude about the Clash.

'So You Think You Can Dance' comes on as a high-minded leap up the evolutionary ladder from other reality shows - on this one, you're supposed to learn something, and the guest judges are fellow dance professionals rather than actual celebrities.

Sometimes great tunes happen to bad times, and when the bad time is over, not all the tunes get to move on with you.