Yesterday I was driving through Pinehurst in me truck when ‘Hanging on the telephone’ came on the radio. I’d forgotten how much I like Blondie, so I cranked it up, opened all the windows, stuck my elbow out and let the locals have it. I felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment, which felt good and naughty. Then today Gord’ posted summat about DEVO which made me think of Jean-Michel Basquiat, another forgotten love. So I did this.