Rob Sheffield
Rob Sheffield
Rob Sheffieldis an American music journalist and author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth2 February 1966
CountryUnited States of America
mother giving house
Morrissey was my Mrs. Garrett, the house mother from the Facts of Life, a soothing adult figure giving me words of wisdom.
years numbers together
Not being able to protect her from things was the most frightening thing I'd ever felt, and it kicked in as soon as we got together. With every year we spent together, I became more conscious that I now had an infinitely expanding number of reasons to be afraid. I had something to lose.
beautiful strong college
She was the first person on either side of her family to go to college, and she held herself to insanely high standards. She worried a lot about whether she was good enough. It was surprising to see how relieved she seemed whenever I told her how amazing she was. I wanted her to feel strong and free. She was beautiful when she was free.
sports school wrestling
When I was a junior, my school introduced badminton, which was clearly a P.E. department ploy to get me away from the wrestling room, and it worked, since the first time I played badminton was like the first time I tasted sushi or heard the Beatles or read Wordsworth. This was a sport? This counted for gym requirements?
falling-in-love long pieces
Falling in love with Renee was not the kind of thing you walk away from in one piece. I had no chance. She put a hitch in my git-a-long.
cute girl song
You know the Prince song where the girl's phone rings but she tells him, "whoever's calling couldn't be as cute as you?" I long to live out this moment in real life.
glasses your-boyfriend doe
One of Renee's friends asked her, "Does your boyfriend wear glasses?" She said, "No, he wears a Walkman.
simple love-is answers
But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.
pain loss opposites
It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
lonely feelings hungry
The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.
people together way
I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together.
voice language whole
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.
nouns knows
I didn't know what I was. I didn't have a noun.
song sheffield
It's always that one song that gets to you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you.