"I want the fortunate readers to know that contemporary sounds are not restricted to lighthearted pop. There's as much heaviness available as well. The celebration of punk might be bad in the grand scheme of things but what I'm saying is, you wouldn't catch me digging into my parents’ record collection. You wouldn't want to dare go there. 

The fact that I treasure my friendship, for instance, with Depeche Mode really catches people off guard. But under thorough analysis, Depeche Mode was super-heavy, particularly live. That bottom end, that can only be found through synthesisers. It's earth-shaking. At one point back in the States Depeche Mode was wrongfully tagged and people said, ""Oh, you like that disco-sounding stuff?"" Well it wasn't. It was heavy."

"The ultimate road movie, set along the stretch of 42nd Street known as “the Deuce.” I first saw this film way earlier than I should have and probably never recovered. New York City and Times Square in all their glorious (and now extinct) sleaze and seediness. As a time capsule and historical document it is fascinating, and as a story of exiles and outcasts finding love and friendship amid the rubble and rabble it is touching and powerful. Hoffman and Voight are as good as they will ever be, and Sylvia Miles, John McGiver, and Barnard Hughes add eccentricity and authenticity to John Schlesinger’s bold and brash filmmaking. Harry Nilsson sings the theme song and you will remember it forever."