A little tribute to J.D. Salinger. For more on the Catcher In The Rye-indie pop nexus read this.

“I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”

“You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose.”

“Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.”

“He was one of those guys that think they’re being a pansy if they don’t break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you. God, I hate that stuff.”

“You ought to go to a boy’s school sometimes. Try it sometime,” I said. “It’s full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses.”

“Girls. You never know what they’re going to think.”

Download: A Sad Lament – Orange Juice (mp3)
(I’m cheating a little, this is actually the version on the “Texas Fever” album)