I really gotta be in the mood for this kinda stuff, which is to say, like, if I met some painfully fashionable, Jean Harlowe blonde, world traveling, college babe with an Edie Sedgewick fixation, who really digs stuff like Syd Barrett and Arthur Lee, and she's providing me with alot of magic mushroom spiked hot tea, from an Alice In Wonderland antique tea cozy, at her rich relative's loft, like, on Newberry Street, in Boston, in a room full of old tubas, and banjos, and accordions and artfully-framed, 60's Fillmore East psychedelic posters that are starting to go a little fuzzy while she bores me deliciously, with that cute but hard to decipher, thick, I dunno - Polish (?) accent of hers, and her gigantic eyes and overstuffed lips, are makin' me feel like I've been here before, and the whole apartments starting to melt into bubbling, green lava, maybe then....

JEFF WARD used to play guitar for my favest English rose, glam rockers,
GUNFIRE DANCE, in the Flash Metal glory days of yore, whose garage-y soul music, and trashy pop elegance, preceded all of today's trendiest innovators, by like, 17 odd years. GUNFIRE DANCE just smoked, the whole band rocked like devils, but especially J.W., and the unforgettably star-like, ANT, their sneeringly poetic vocalist, never to be confused with that gay celebrity fatclub host "Ant", from cable TV in America.

I hope some kinda deluxe GUNFIRE DANCE retrospective someday sees the light of day.