Teju Cole (via semperes)
Teju speaking truth, per usual.
WHY COULDN’T IT BE COSGROVE
Writing is lonely. At the end of the day, it’s just you and your inexorable desire to make somehow concrete the ineffable and inexpressible. Everyone with a creative mind knows what I mean. These guys, for instance. Such pain, such poise.
I do, indeed, live in a place.
Good question! I’m fond of saying that music for me, for all intents and purposes, begins in 1977 — but I’m also fond of making dumb, aggravating statements. Growing up, my household wasn’t particularly musical; I wasn’t even raised on The Beatles, much less a more eclectic palate. I found punk rock as a tween (such a punk tween) and worked my way backward from there. So, I’ve come to a lot of music from the 1960s and early ’70s pretty late in life. Neil Young and Brian Eno are safe bets. Thanks for asking!