I've been thinking about this quote lately. It's always resonated with me, but I used to think of it primarily from the perspective of the 'planting of flowers' part of the metaphor. More and more, I've been thinking about the plucking of thistles though. In a lot of ways, that's the tougher bit.

Here’s mine on pickup day.

I know that I'm objectively wrong here, believe me I do, but I just could never get into Alice in Chains. I like every band that sounds like them. I feel about AiC the same way Steve Albini felt about Tool:

As we look back wistfully at a time when patios were outdoors: