C Brayton

I like the reminiscing of nyc in the 1970s 1980s but it seemed masked and disjointed at times. Alot of one line declarations without explanation but it's hard enough to remember without a drug history and desire to keep a certain cache afloat. There's also a certain feeling of detachment...some type of PTSD maybe or just a remnant of the general dysphoria of punk culture streaming thru one of its most well known surviving conduits.