11 Quotes by Mark Rice

Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of violence. The other band members were quick to let go of their musical dreams, but I never did. They did the ‘mature’ thing: after writing off the band as a teenage fantasy, they got real jobs and made some money. They called it growing up. I called it giving up.

Dying is the fastest route to fame for an aspiring rock star. The dead man’s melodies become profound, acquiring mystery and rising into a realm beyond the reach of human criticism. In the stopping of a heartbeat, the rocker is transformed from decadent hedonist into misunderstood genius. Aye, death and musical stardom go together like Scotland and rain.

I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies of my lupine brethren wooed me into a deep and cleansing sleep.

The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff.

If it's already (significantly) damaged, though, you're looking at a major project of several thousand dollars.

It gives us a chance in the building code industry to publicize some things and get people aware.

When I saw that, I had been planning on issuing this for a while, so I thought now would be a good time to get the alert out while it's fresh on everybody's mind.

We inspect existing ones when people start coming in to expand them, convert them into sun rooms, anything along those lines.

It's a fun food, it's easy. The popularity has gone coast to coast, border to border, driven by restaurants and retail. The ingredients, the ease of procuring them, the number of restaurants and food-service operations -- it's easy all around.