About G&T, since you ask. Gin got gentrified during the British empire with the addition of tonic. Before that it was known as mother’s ruin. The secret ingredient was not the gin but the quinine in the tonic that was added because of its anti-malarial properties. It is also a real thirst-quencher, hence its popularity in colonial climates. (And all that without looking up Wikipedia.) Gin and tonic now: hedonistic, a little bit decadent, a little bit medicinal, a different kind of drunken sex, dreams of lost domains, a pioneer drink for young colonials of the digital empire. It’s about simple mixing. Being anhedonic, MoL seldom drinks gin, maybe twice a year. You can definitely say gin and tonic was not a hippie drink. As for the primal scream, MoL’s life is one long primal scream, or should that be primal screen? If MoL had to compare its methodology it would be with the great German refugee artist, Kurt Schwitters, who gathered his material from wherever – bus tickets, scraps, anything unconsidered but deemed of relevance – and arranged them into highly ordered compositions. He wrote that his art was about the formal breakdown of inhibition. Herr Schwitters was known to bark himself to sleep and converse with others by barking. His signature bark had the pitch of a dachshund. MoL’s howl is more that of a lone coyote.