#lester bangs
MISSED CONNECTION: I spotted your copy of “Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung” on a table at the Chicago Zine Fest afterparty, but I couldn’t find you. If Lester Bangs’ freewheeling genius sets off fireworks in your brain too, let’s meet at a late-night diner and let it blurt about punk rock, zines, the fine art of literary self-destruction, and the way one perfect song can make the whole world go shimmery at the edges, if only for a moment.
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From one of my favourite movie scenes of all time - the Almost Famous Uncool scene. Why do I love it? Because I am uncool.
Rest in peace, Philip Seymour Hoffman.
(SOURCE: IMDB.COM)
Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
William Miller: Well, it was fun.
Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.
William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn’t.
Lester Bangs: That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love… and let’s face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I’m glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I’m always home. I’m uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.
William Miller: I feel better.
Lester Bangs: My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.
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