Tales from the invisible man

I grew up on the 8-track, and any day now the comeback. I'm tangled up on the floor in the headphones cord. Way back when DJ means DJ, and roller disco on Sundays. The hiss and crackle n' skip, the...

I'm hanging out the side of Alejandro's ride, I'm trying not to bleed on the car seat. Colours fill the streets, they're running down your cheeks. Cop cars lay white sheets over teenagers. But they'll...