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This video/song evokes memories of driving the freeways of Los Angeles after hanging with Rydell at either his very strange abode, from the Zombie Zoo post getting-my-gothy-thang-off, having a early, early morning pastry at Canter's...Or all of the above...Late 1980's.

I never liked LA, hated that I had to drive seemingly for at least an hour to get to do anything/go anywhere (and worse yet, grow so inured to it that it's strange when I'd get back to the Bay Area), and the overwhelming scale of development. But driving the 10/210/405 after 2 am on a warm breezeless night, windows open, KROQ or my new wavey tapes blaring away.

Those are moments of near dharmic epiphany.