"In a flamboyant gesture the Blond Actress lifted both hands to her hair, took hold of the luxuriant platinum-blond wig and detached it from her own hair... tore it free, and tossed it to the wind. '"Mon-chan"βloves you! And you! And you!'"
Somehow Soldout remains under appreciated, even in the midst of this "indie sleaze revival," or whatever they're calling it. 94 and For Your Next Girlfriend are a couple of my favs
I often bring my pocket moleskin with me on nights out. Writing/wired headphones on the train ride home is healing; a stream of consciousness under the influence is truly uninhibited.
