Rob Sheffield
Rob Sheffield
Rob Sheffieldis an American music journalist and author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth2 February 1966
CountryUnited States of America
color orange trying
It was like trying to break up with the color orange, or Wednesday, or silent e. It was the most passionate and tumultuous relationship I'd ever known.
two romance tape
But the rhythm of the mix tape is the rhythm of romance, the analog hum of a physical connection between two sloppy, human bodies.
girl rooms
Girls take up a lot of room. I had a lot of room for this one.
lying home touching
Somtimes you lie in a strange room, in a strange person's home, and you feel yourself bending out of shape. Melting, touching something hot, something that warps you in drastic and probably irreversible ways you won't get to take stock of until its too late
summer kids home
I was the only kid at Camp Don Bosco who would admit he was an alter boy back home, so I served two masses a day all summer. But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candles - it was like being a glamrock roadie for God.
together stories add
Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of life.
moments
Nothing connects to the moment like music. I count the music to bring me back, or more precisely, to bring her forward.
memories tonight body
Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I'm a mix-tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.
hockey player musician
Monogamous musicians are like vegan hockey players.
people brave failing
It was bewildering and humbling to keep discovering how many brave things people can fail to talk themselves out of doing.
crazy trying things-i-love
One of the billions of things I love about Beyonce: The harder she tries to come on crazy, the less crazy she sounds.
song hurt heart
Singing what's in your heart? Naming the things you love and loathe? You can get hurt that way. Hell, you will get hurt that way. But you'll get hurt trying to hide away in all that silence and leave your life unsung. There's no future without tears. Are you really setting your hopes on not getting hurt at all? You think that's an option? You clearly aren't listening to enough Morrissey songs.
stars rocks burning
Rock stars did not invent burning out. They just do it louder.
romance world intrigue
In my headphones, I led a life of romance and incident and intrigue, none of which had anything to do with the world outside my Walkman.