an unidentified object just fell through the ceiling onto aimee-jo's desk, spilling over her half-finished cup of coffee and making a substantial hole above her head. she found herself covered in coffee (moderately warm but not hot, thank goodness) bits of plaster and insulation, inflated classic rock experiments and songs of eric clapton. i was writing late at night when a revelation struck.
it was the rock yearbook of 1982, two years after the assasination of Lennon in New York City. it fell through my ceiling and landed with a monstrous Clash.