Dave Grohl

you immediately knew that this was someone who did not give one flying fuck.

To me, that is beauty. Not the gleam of
prefabricated perfection, but the road-worn beauty of individuality, time, and wisdom.

I was fifteen years old and deep in the throes of my punk rock obsession, listening to only the fastest, noisiest music I could find, but I somehow connected to the emotional elements of jazz.