Air Guitar is probably one of three books that most changed my life,
the others being Slouching Towards Bethlehem and Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung,
but the only time I was in a room with Dave Hickey, I walked out on the lecture
and went to eat onion rings with J. instead, and it was the right decision.
Just reread this interview in The Believer:
"I think you want to learn about art because you had an experience of some sort — a totally nonredemptive but vaguely exciting experience, like brushing up against a girl with big boobs in the subway."
And:
"Never confess, never explain, never apologize, and never complain."
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