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. You couldn’t be less goth than with an acoustic guitar and a harmonica, but my dim closet would make nice bat’s quarters…I find this song soothing, like a night shrouded in fog. I’m aware this rendition is a bit ridiculous.