This may not be the first song I remember hearing, but it is one of the first I can recall having a visceral reaction to. My mom was an avid soundtrack collector of her favorite movies— The Lost Boys soundtrack often played in my house growing up. One day I was laying on my bed on a dreary afternoon and I remember hearing Jim Morrison’s voice floating up from the downstairs stereo. As he sang faces look ugly when you’re alone I stared into the small faces of the porcelain dolls on my shelf (that my mom insisted I keep on display even though they always made be slightly uncomfortable) until I imagined their faces warping and bending into strange expressions.
Staying up all night connecting dots with the fervent passion of an unhinged genius - like a mad scientist. Notes and references strewn about the living room floor. Making art and making a huge mess.
