Gardiner’s style of writing is sometimes witty, filled with a wondrous humor, a lonely sadness, a fond goodbye. Creative and astute, unabashed at the blatantness of failure, of broken dreams, at one moment there’s an inside joke about an oddball frequent customer (Anacortes is filled with them) followed by a painful memory of crying in desperation in an empty, vacant shop.
Quick caveat: As of the publishing of this post, I am still reading Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk. In fact, I have yet to break past the first hundred pages. Earlier this month I drove down to SeaTac for a one-day business trip to Scottsdale, AZ. At the airport, I reconnected… Continue reading Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk