Writing About Music Is Like Dancing About Architecture In Helsinki.

"Come with me to Barcelona," she said.

Lust-leather and rave-tails.

Her body warmed off the propane vents, skin the color of rasterized
digital-art student experiments.

But I said I didn't know where it was. That it was a Shaun Ryder
song.

"You'll find it -- I'll hate you forever if you won't."