“Music was already more than music. It was a door that opened for three minutes. Sometimes way longer. In the forbidden world there was no judgment. Only your own thoughts and secret desires, slashing through the atmosphere. And when the song was over, the door clanged shut again. There was no choice but to scramble back to the beginning. Sometimes I would listen to one song twenty or thirty times in a row. There had to be other people like me. I just hadn't met them yet.” MusicMusic LyricsAdolesenceMusic As TherapySixties MusicSixties Rock Book:The Uncool Source: The Uncool