Am reading this now and the feeling I feel isn't even angst but something else entirely. "I was born too late, you were born too soon, but every time I look at that ugly moon, it reminds me of you."

Edit: Didn't take away the quote because "American Music" is a great jam, but the book got old about fifteen pages in. Angst eradicated, left only with tinges of jealousy. Am reading a book partially about the movie Showgirls instead. Found out Prince wrote the song Nomi and her male suitor dance to in the warehouse. My head exploded.