This EP has been delayed by three or four years, and its title comes straight from the ’80s. The lyrics of the title track—as I scrawled them— on small square pieces of paper, are taped up across from the bed where I sleep. Held by Scotch tape over a photograph where I pose with the Les Paul slung over my shoulder, and a cream suit completing the ensemble. The ink has faded, a few letters, barely discernible now, but the sensation lingers unchanged. The dust from that decade, whether settled at the bottom or whipped up in a cloud, is ready to choke me…