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317 pages, Paperback
First published October 11, 2016

Years earlier I'd seen Roxy {Music} perform on the BBC's late-night stoner music show The Old Grey Whistle. Their singer was a lithe and sexy crooner in a sharp suit, but their heavily-made-up synth player just stood at the back in his seven-inch-heeled, knee-length lizard skin platform boots, arms folded, looking thoroughtly bored. Every now and then he would lazily reach out a gloved hand to tweak a knob on his Moog, which was apparently playing itself. His name was Brian Eno. I thought to myself at the time, If all you have to do is pose around and twiddle a few knobs, and meet girls and make bags of money, that's the career for me!
—p.22
My only innovation in the fashion stakes was my National Health glasses with the sticking plaster round the bridge. My dad was always breaking his specs and repairing them with Elastoplast. Mine weren't broken, but I thought it was a cool look.Take that, Harry Potter!
—p.25
I was a fan of the comic books, and with George Lucas's track record, how could Howard the Duck possibly fail?
—p.112
There are two kinds of musician in the world. The first wants nothing more in life than to sign a contract with a major record label. The second wants nothing more in life than to tear the contract up.
—p.133
As the sun sank below the horizon I stared out over the fast expanse of the Pacific Ocean and thought about the true implications of interactive music on the Internet.
And at that moment, I realized how insignificant the Pacific Ocean really is.
—p.193
It is said that in Finland the difference between an extrovert and an introvert is that an extrovert Finn looks at your toes when he's talking to you.I mentioned that observation to my wife, who spent a year in Finland, and she could confirm...
—p.252