In such settings, being an Arsenal supporter is even more predictable than having an M.F.A. or a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.
What you’re watching with Don is a representation, to me, of American society. He is steeped in sin, haunted by his past, raised by animals, and there is a chance to revolt. And he cannot stop himself.
A few nights ago, for reasons I don’t have access to, I dreamt of this show. I was my current self, gliding across the stage from right to left. The yellow glow behind illuminating the audience.
I was looking for myself, maybe 20 rows back, just three days short of his seventeenth birthday. I screamed at him, me, though there was no way I could have heard myself over the noise. But there I was, I could see him, 16, small, thin, lost, but enjoying myself as I would have then, seriously.
This show is something I think about from time to time, today exactly 20 years later, more than any other rock show I ever saw. I didn’t have access to anything much more sophisticated than this then and I’m not sure I was capable of appreciating anything any more sophisticated anyway.
But that’s OK.
And 20 years later I’d like to tell that kid, if he could hear me over the noise, that you’re OK. That there will be hard times ahead, even today exactly 20 years later, and surely there are more to come, but you’ll be OK.
A gift I didn’t have then, and really could have used, but I’ll give it to that kid now all the same.
Roger will remain Roger, and the final shot of Mad Men will reveal that all of Mad Men has actually been a story told by Roger in the present day, at his 100th birthday party, to a grown-up Sally Draper (special guest star Diane Keaton).
Getting old is the second-biggest surprise of my life, but the first, by a mile, is our unceasing need for deep attachment and intimate love.
The very spot where you can see the finish line first is where these people get sudden death. It’s unbelievable.
A civilization that speaks in smarm is a civilization that has lost its ability to talk about purposes at all.
Those deals will not save the media industry. They will, in a matter of years, destroy the media industry: one boatload of shit at a time.
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