The first chapter concists of four pieces:
The first one doesnt't do much but annoy me because I just can't stand this style of writing; endless sentences with a billion commas. Utterly pretencious and boring.
The second piece is a short one: "I don't think any album, not a single one, ever made me as happy as Blissard did." I can relate to that!
The third piece annoys me again, neither due to content nor form, I guess – I just got so damn jealous when I realised that when working on this book, Johan Harstad was probably given the opportunity to ask all the nerdy fanboy questions I've always wanted to. :wink:
The fourth piece is a perfect summary of the young adult's coming to terms with realising that he's no longer in that place in life where contemporary rock music is a matter so important it's beyond life and death. Great reading!