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: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong. William Miller
: Well, it was fun. Lester Bangs
: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool. William Miller
: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't. Lester Bangs
: 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. William Miller
: I can really see that now. Lester Bangs
: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start. William Miller
: I'm glad you were home. Lester Bangs
: I'm always home. I'm uncool. William Miller
: Me too! Lester Bangs
: The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool. William Miller
: I feel better. Lester Bangs
: My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.
: So, you're the one who's been sending me those articles from your school newspaper. William Miller
: I've been doing some stuff for a local underground paper, too. Lester Bangs
: What, are you like the star of your school? William Miller
: They hate me. Lester Bangs
: You'll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle.
: 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.
: Don't let those swill merchants rewrite you.
: And then it just becomes an industry of... cool.
: The Doors? Jim Morrison? He's a drunken buffoon posing as a poet. Alice Wisdom
: I like The Doors. Lester Bangs
: Give me The Guess Who. They got the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.
: Iggy Pop!
] Lester Bangs
: You like Lou Reed? William Miller
: The early stuff. In his new stuff he's trying to be Bowie, but he should just be himself.
: Music, you now, true music - not just rock n roll - it chooses you. It live in your car, or alone listening to your headphones, you know, with the cast scenic bridges and angelic choirs in your brain. It's a place apart from the vast, benign lap of America.
: What are you listening to? William Miller
: Stillwater. Lester Bangs
] Lester Bangs
: Fucking kid's doing drugs.
: So, you're talking to Ben Fong-Torres, right? Here's what you do. Tell him it's a think piece about a mid level band struggling with their own limitations in the harsh face of stardom.
] Lester Bangs
: He'll wet himself.