Girls Take Up A Lot Of Room.

I Didn't Know What I Was. I Didn't Have A Noun.

When I Started Out As A Music Journalist, At The End Of The 1980s, It Was Generally Assumed That We Were Living Through The Lamest Music Era The World Would Ever See. But Those Were Also The Years When Hip-hop Exploded, Beatbox Disco Soared, Indie Rock Took Off, And New Wave Invented A Language Of Teen Angst.

But The Rhythm Of The Mix Tape Is The Rhythm Of Romance, The Analog Hum Of A Physical Connection Between Two Sloppy, Human Bodies.

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.

Nothing Connects To The Moment Like Music. I Count The Music To Bring Me Back, Or More Precisely, To Bring Her Forward.