The Emerald City sucks when it’s hot! Locked in a black box
with the curtains drawn, shooting a video with Simon Taylor.
He makes such beautiful images the groaning stops & even the
dark heat becomes bearable. It’s the stinking train ride home
that trashes me! Squeezed up against the salty armpits of suits
& cocoanut perfumed women. I switch off, zone out, drain my best
energy, lean against a wall like a mannequin & rock with the
rhythm of an electric snake boogie. Like putting my head in a
cosmic blender every molecule is scrambled, every egg is fried
from the inside out. I am reduced to meat on a stick.