one hundred sixty two

12/07/2009

Don’t you find some art just arrives at the wrong time? Like, maybe a year or three late? Being able to scream “I’ve got a fist on fire!” in late 2005 would have shifted gears on a lot of stuff. But, hey, I got lost in a well of Factory classics and echoes, shaped as much by the tall, sad man as his manic enabler, who actually recorded silence.

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