Blog: The Driftwood Singers Present

I had one of those mystical communions with this song, years ago. In a piny subdivision, watching a video documentary about the band. Maybe having smoked some weed. Probably. The tuneful summing up. The strange uplifting hopelessness. DJ Bonebreak was one of the great drummers. Muscular and crisp and driving, without ever being showy or too spastic. Shocking how much John Doe and Exene sound like Grace Slick and Marty Balin. Billy Zoom was like a robot god inhabiting a punk greaser. Shocking, too, how much this sounds like a lost track from the cast recording of Hair. The title [...]