From the forest, dipping down through the creek beds, and out into a clearing shouts a mantra. "The wind in my heart, the dust in my hair"-Talking Heads. It's 1983, teenagers still have parties in the woods, and life is good.
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cave painting, musician, new wave, popart, surreal
It's 1980 and that suitcase full of cocaine that was just heaved overboard in a fiery chase has finally hit the ocean floor. The b52s are spinning on the record table and it's high tide.