"I quit piano, get a guitar, and start writing songs. I pretend I'm a real singer, like Joni Mitchell--beautiful, fearless, sauntering through strange cities, tossing love affairs over my shoulder like salt."
"--airquoting low-budge, hip,
, continuing his diatribe in an air-quoting frenzy, bouncing his fingers around words like precious, passionate, arty, money,
until it seems like the only words Phillippe actually means are the ones like the