I sat at the back of the bus and put on my Walkman, played Sonic Youth, a band I had tried to like for ages, without any success, until that autumn when Goo came out. One night I had been listening to it, downstairs with Espen, we had been smoking hash, and I was lost in the music, literally, I saw it as rooms and corridors, floors and walls, ditches and slopes, small forests between apartment blocks and railway lines, and didn’t emerge from it until the song stopped, it was like drawing breath because the next minute a new song started and I was caught again. The exception was the second
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