Primer-y Colours

The Annual Woodlake Car Show was tonight. I was walking up on Bravo Lake, no relation to the Wood in the town's name, so I am told. I could hear, in the faint distance, Buddy Holly's True Love Ways playing on an archaic sound system. I talk to Kent on the blower, he convinces me to download Afghan Whigs Black Love, I tell him about The Horrors' Primary Colours. After that convo, I come home and listen to Kid Cudi's first album and watch Keanu Reeves' Speed. I write of Heracles and a ghost world where the spirits live a romantic existence.

Sometimes I just sit and ponder life to the tune of Iceage and then I hear The Horrors’ New Ice Age plays unironically and I go bat shit crazy. The song does it to me. I settle down and have a beverage or infinity and beyond...

On the Horrors' song "Three Decades" the skinny No Wave punk tells me to forget my regrets. At this point kid, its hard to remember any regret, so mission: accomplished.

My demons visit at night, in form of night terrors and they attack to the tune of Primary Colours (the actual song - a song that is probably the most honest and beautiful remake of a Romantic Wave song, you know, the one that wasn't written in 1985 by Cocteau Twin.) These demons, fearsome snakes the lot of them, attempt to dance to the beat of the song, but I stop. I then put in a Ferris Bueller DVD and skool the alien lizards the ways of human beings in the middle of Regan's reign.

That'll teach, ‘em.

Me and the snakes from my night terror-laden brain prep a dance routine for two plus years and perform to the Primary Colors song--only the masses hear Heartbreak Beat by Psychedelic Furs so that the Horrors song doesn't leak 21 years early, that’s how real paradoxes happen--Doc Brown was wrong. Accept it.