Thursday, January 6, 2011

We Wanted our Rock Stars Dead


I've been revising the novel at a clip of about 10-12 pages a day. Until I got to a chapter we excised in favor of a much shorter, much more vitriolic rant. That's taken me about three days just to get my head around what actually needed to be said. I understand a lot better now as seeing the screed on screen, it makes me uncomfortable... for whatever reasons.

"We demanded our rock stars dead. And with a needle in one hand and a shotgun in the other, they obliged us so we applauded. We played from our fucking hearts. So keep your pain and keep your emotions. We've seen it all and we see through you like the cheap plastic you are."

And yes, this is what happens when you mix equal parts Bill Hicks, Joe Strummer and Jameson 12 year together.