What can an eighteen-year-old possibly care about a wrinkled-up old man with a pencil-thin mustache hunched over a keyboard?” he asks incredulously. “I mean, have you seen Dylan lately? You can’t recognize a single song he plays anymore. It’s like you order a pizza and Dylan brings you a pile of dog food, and you’re like, ‘What’s this? I ordered pizza.’ And Dylan says, ‘This is my version of a pizza.’

Wayne Coyne