[...] But it ended up where I was going to these … clubs … these … bunkers … really these fallout shelters … because that’s what it felt like … I’d be sitting in the dark watching this punk group … going through the motions … acting gobby … playing three chords … staggering through a bunch of songs that really they had rehearsed to death … There was no spontaneity to it … no reality … no life … and that’s when I began to think … Christ … we’ve dug these complexes … deep into the ground … we’ve built walls … we’ve filled in all the windows … we’ve painted the toilets black … we’ve drunk ourselves to the point of oblivion … just to keep life outside … Art was supposed to open you up to life and here we were … we had narrowed it to the point of a fucking black box … with a bunch of dirty mirrors lining the walls …