“As long as there are feelings, teenagers will claim that they had them first. And as long as there are teenagers, music will get labeled emo.”—Andy Greenwald, Nothing Feels Good: Punk Rock, Teenagers, and Emo.
LCD Soundsystem sang about it in “All My Friends”: “You spend the first five years trying to get with the plan, and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.” By the time you’re an adult, you’re used to seeing friends disappear into their five-year plans. They drop out to get married, have babies, go to grad school, get divorced. They start a band or enter the penal system. They vanish for years at a time—some come back, some don’t. Some of them you wait for and some you let go.
Sometimes the only way they come back is in a song. Sometimes the song is the green light at the end of the dock, a sign that the dream we’ve been chasing is already behind us, in the past. Sometimes when a girl goes away, the conversation doesn’t end. You keep talking to her, just incase she can hear.
”—Rob Sheffield, Talking to Girls About Duran Duran