Car Seat Headrest
Teens of Denial

Every person has their "obsessions", within us grow crowds of emotions that seem to fade away as soon as the mind turns to something else, but we know them and feel that they are about to be spewed out. Everyone has their own coordinates and mine are in that strip of land that is about halfway between Conegliano, Montebelluna, and Treviso, the three axes where I am at the center, a strip of land rich in greenery, rich in water, and rich in history as well, known? Absolutely not! Then we travel on those gray and industrial thoughts that I like so much, they make me understand the alienation in which I live every single day, they make me understand that days are marked by clock hands and not by moments or emotions, they make me understand that I have slowly lost my adolescence, I would have liked to lose it in an exact moment, "Gianluca you're an adult!" and instead, I have to move mountains in my head to curb that nausea of "non-transition", that nausea of not having lived something that was supposed to be lived, I look at the teenagers nowadays and I am jealous, I am envious, I am young but I am old, a sad truth, certainty in dark moments.

I want to make a comic representing "adolescence", mine, yours, theirs; that of all of us, in one way or another. A hot shower while music caresses us, walking to the destination where we will find our soulmate, our friend, or all that you ever wanted, smoking a joint and watching the stars in broad daylight, getting bored with useless things, watching endless landscapes, driving on the highway in the middle of the night towards nowhere, looking into each other's eyes and stopping and getting bored, getting bored, getting bored, getting bored and sleeping.

Car Seat Headrest, together with many of their peers, would be the soundtrack of these situations, of mine, of yours, and of their situations. I like to think that in his small and dark room he has made the same reflections as I did and is thinking of not having fully lived that strip of life. It’s comical to think that the inspirations of our CSHR had their golden moment before his birth: Pavement, Built To Spill, Guided By Voices; songs that have a soul.

And then...? Then when you become an adult the boredom continues,