I Have A House In Stratford And I Got A House In Atlanta But I Don't Really Live Anywhere--i Live On The Road. I'm Kind Of Like Living In A Suitcase, Travelling So Much.
The Tempo Is The Suitcase. If The Suitcase Is Too Small, Everything Is Completely Wrinkled. If The Tempo Is Too Fast, Everything Becomes So Scrambled You Can't Understand It.
It's Great To Just Disappear, Grab A Suitcase, Switch The Answering Machine On And Just Go Somewhere Else.
And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.