“I gathered myself and walked down,...to my studio, where I rolled on the floor and sobbed,...strange sounds came out of my throat, from deep down inside — guttural, primal noises that I didn’t know were in me. But they were there.”-- A quote from Dean Wareham's Rock 'N' Roll biography, “Black Postcards: A Rock & Roll Romance”
Shit, that's what I did this morning,...like an animal with it's foot in a trap.
