Music combined with lyrics to produce an empathy almost
        euphoric -- like the second season of "Miami Vice".  Shows
        so intense I still get butterflies thinking about Sonny (Don
        Johnson) rotating his arm in the intersection of an alley
        and a night lit street, shadows fleeting, slow motion reports
        from his "9 mm" echoing above the Dire Streets sound track
        blaring "Money for nothing ...", shattered glass flying out
        into my living room at close to 11:00 pm, moonbeams
        horizontal on the cheap carpet through the venetian blinds,
        each car pulling into the apartment's parking lot a prelude
        to Madelyn returning from her evening shift at St. Mary's.

	-- Recall of 1985 on 8/11/1993 by Chip Patton