You can hear the Celtic heartbeat all over Europe and America, from Bing Crosby to Jack White, from the Smiths to My Bloody Valentine, from House of Pain to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch.

It takes only one bad amp to turn your ears to oatmeal: That's how old hippies became Yanni fans.

You know the Prince song where the girl's phone rings but she tells him, "whoever's calling couldn't be as cute as you?" I long to live out this moment in real life.

But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.

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

Like any teenager who reads The Great Gatsby, probably, I was madly in love with the teacher who had opened it up for me.

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.