I mooched along to the Glasgow Apollo where my brother was a bouncer. It was pretty empty. The support was shit. Some band called Blondie. During their set, their bassist quit, The lead singer gave up and sat on the stage edge. Only the front of her hair was blonde. Television's bassist stood in. The heckling was merciless and we thought of leaving. Television played clear plastic guitars. They were tremendous. I mean, tremendous. Marquee Moon was spellbinding, hypnotic, trancey-magic and about 20 minutes long. I wanted it to be longer. It's a perfect loop too. When I hear it, I stop and listen all the way through at least once. #sublime 2