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the end was rushed yes, and in the beginning it did go on a lot about how the yoof all grew up which creeped me out a little bit.
do we give these people no privacy?
all i want is a sonic youth book compiling all the cool stories of all the crazy noise shit thurston has done with his guitar at gigs. i think my favourite bit in the book was when it briefly mentioned in about a sentence how t once threw his guitar over a balcony and hoisted it back up again by its lead.
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