|Reefer Fez - 2008-05-01 |
"At running her own restaurant, she comes home, and she finds her daughter burning cigarette holes in her arms, shredding her clothes to bits, taking pills, and locking herself in her room listening to that violent-oriented punk rock music that does nothing but reinforce all those bad feelings."
"Now, you're blaming what happened to that girl on music, are you?"
"Don't underestimate this particular kind of music, Quince! You tell a kid, a vulnerable kid, over and over again that 'life isn't worth living', that 'violence is its own reward', and you add to it the kind of intensity that this music has, and you just might convince her."
"Sometimes I see these kids on the street, I never give them a second thought. I thought they were another silly fad, something that would be blown away by the next wind. I never thought it went deeper than that."
"Silly fad, huh? Let me take you down to one of these clubs. You've got to see it with your own eyes to believe it, Quince. I've seen children come off that dance floor with crushed ribs, and bloody faces, like soldiers fighting some kind of insane war."
"What could persuade a kid to act like that?"
"Maybe the greatest persuader there is. Music."