Please don't give him any more acid.
When and where does this "real world" occur?
I know you've heard this before. And I have never said this to anybody, not really--well, nobody who didn't legally have to say it back to me, but-God! Why am I so nervous? You'll never remember this-I love you, and I'm about to go where...many men have gone before.
"That groupie"? She was a Band-Aid! All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem. And I love her! I love her!
I am a golden god! And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine, that my last words, were.... I'm on drugs!
I never said I was a golden god...or did I?
But here I am telling secrets to the one guy you don't tell secrets to.
From here on out, I am only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that's it, that's all I'm interested in.
Your mom kinda freaked me out.
Don't worry, no one's getting hurt here. She knows Leslie's coming to New York tomorrow. This is the circus, everybody's trying not to go home. Stop looking at me like that.
Write what you want.
So... This is where the enemy sleeps.
Let's say all of the things we never said.
I dig music.
I dig music.
You know, I think we both wanted to, uh, to be with her. I guess she wanted us to be together.
Jim Morrison is a drunken buffoon posing as a poet. Give me The Guess Who. They have the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.
You cannot make friends with the rock stars. That's what's important. If you're a rock journalist - first, you will never get paid much. But you will get free records from the record company. And they'll buy you drinks, you'll meet girls, they'll try to fly you places for free, offer you drugs... I know. It sounds great. But they are not your friends. These are people who want you to write sanctimonious stories about the genius of the rock stars, and they will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it.
The only true currency in this bankrupt world... is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
Of course I'm home. I'm always home. I'm uncool.
Don't let those swill merchants rewrite you.
And then it just becomes an industry of... cool.
...Love disguised as sex, sex disguised as love...
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.
Is it that hard to make us look cool?