“Essentially, the fun factor had gone out of Rolling Stone. It was an outlaw magazine [when it was based] in California. In New York it became an establishment magazine, and I have never worked well with people like that. Today at Rolling Stone there are rows and rows of white cubicles, each with its own computer. That’s how I began to hate computers. They represented all that was wrong with Rolling Stone. It became like an insurance office with people communicating cubicle to cubicle. But my relationship ended with [them firing me]. The attempt was enough.”