It was Halloween. Everyone was in a costume except for me. There were probably thirty people in the room and then this band started playing. One by one they left. By the end, there was just this guy here, me, and two furious girls who kept trying to dance and failing, since you can’t really dance to a band that sounds like Nirvana, or the Wipers. That band was called Mr. Dream.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on January 16, 2009