“I always see nice images but I don’t know what to do with them. I guess you share them with someone. Or you write them down in a poem. I had so many of those little images, but I never shared them or wrote them down.”—James Franco. Palo Alto (2010)
I was born in the wrong era; I would love to have been a teenager when Blink 182, New Found Glory and Green Day were on the radio, not fucking Justin Beiber and Rebecca Black. When not everybody had cell phones or computers, you had to go outside and call round for your friends. When denim jackets with badges and studds covering them and tartan skirts was the fashion, not skimpy shorts and belly tops, like it is now. When kids cared more about music than popularity and sex. When you could stay out until it was dark and your parents weren't worried about you because we actually used our brains. 90's sitcoms, black nail varnish and mowhawks, when punks were the cool kids, not the outcasts. People didn't cake themselves in foundation,. just some eyeliner was enough; on girls and boys. When people were happy with themselves.
“Passion doesn’t exist in everybody. It’s not a trait that everyone has. Some people are passionate and some people aren’t. You just happen to surround yourself with passionate people and you’re a passionate person. The are millions of people that are just not passionate.”—Scott Caan
“Some of our favourite bands became bigger and better than ever, some old heroes returned stronger than ever and we found a whole bunch of new stuff to fall in love with. In short, 2010 was a bit of a classic.”—Rock Sound magazine #143