In memory of my dear friend and collaborator
Brett Davidson, 1966–2017
Laughing-gas factories in Romania. Bowls of Irish stew. Cartographers lost at sea. We live in the twenty-first century but we aren’t sure who’s making it. Weird bagpipe players gather in stormy nights. Honk, honk: a warning to David Bowie’s “girls with police bikes and turned-up noses”: get out of town before the diamond chestnuts pop. Take refuge in castles, make your own rock and roll records, create your own centuries, and rule them justly.