For me, love was a kaleidoscope of experiences. Love was like crossing to a gig through Louie Louie. One moment I had a fever, then chills, then a sense of exhilaration. I felt dizzy, tired, invigorated, restless, contented, discontented, ill at ease, rested, and fresh . . . in fact my life had turned into a Lloyd Cole song. Probably each and every Lloyd Cole song. As more and more of my days were spent with Pyrah, I found that I was spending less money, less time, and less attention on rock ’n’ roll. Sure, we made love. We made love often and indiscriminately; not always like the wild stuff in the movies, breaking dishes and furniture, but that wasn’t really how physical our lovemaking was. Our passions grew incrementally, slowly building momentum, “like a forest fire,” Lloyd Cole would s
