David Byre, We're On A Road To Nowhere sounded very different in the 80s or whenever that was, driving down the PCH with my brother looking for surf,
Than it did last fall sitting in an entirely masked darkened theater, deafeningly triumphant.
I could not stop crying. No one noticed, or pretended not to.
My only comfort was, the tepid a…
David Byre, We're On A Road To Nowhere sounded very different in the 80s or whenever that was, driving down the PCH with my brother looking for surf,
Than it did last fall sitting in an entirely masked darkened theater, deafeningly triumphant.
I could not stop crying. No one noticed, or pretended not to.
My only comfort was, the tepid audience response when he called out the Say My Name litany of chosen martyrs.