I once saw Daniel Ash outside a corner store in Topanga Canyon. He was on a motorcycle; I was on a bicycle…A perfect metaphor for my version next to Bauhaus’s…
My high school band covered new order. They may be a gateway drug to fascism but it is a balm for the burning blue soul when these tones blast a car’s speakers driving nowhere too fast on a rainy night…
Songs that appear in whole or in part or in their alternative mixes in the play— “Poison,” “Nonstop,” “Tonight”—really feel like ours. How do you account for that?…