July 2008
1 post
head: handsome, horned, magisterial
it shouldn’t work: eight minutes of a lumbering ballad about someone else’s character, obsessive love, possession and the inevitability of reconciliation.
Except that it’s none of these things: it’s about the creator, his documented addictions, and the common artist/substance electron pair.
I could write a book about this shit. Maybe I should.