Friday Night Videos

Late, too late. Why am I sitting here watching vanity rampant or desperation ill-used? I've got cashmere on my shoulders, Nakamichi on the shelf; got a Volvo in the driveway, just don't have my self. The cathode rays dance, people for show, no feelings, hardly even simulated. Maybe they don't like to dance. It's only money. I've got a Fender in the bedroom, amplifier down the hall; got a Martin and a Gibson, now I can't play at all. They mean well, some are well, but often there's violence, or at least the threat. Love and sentiment are banished to the country. My baby left me, I laugh so I don't cry; it wouldn't have been so bad, but she had to tell me why. A corrosive fascination glues me. I stay up late whether I want to or not, but I can. Then I can turn it off.

-Tom Davis