It is 1981.
I arrive at Ken Spears’ condo to find Mark Reynolds pulling up the manhole cover in the back patio. Mark has shaved off his long hair and there is definitely a ‘Taxi Driver’ vibe. Anything can happen.
An extension cord is dropped into the bone-dry storm drain and a floor lamp is lowered for illumination. Mark descends purposefully and we lower his amplifier and guitar to him.
He turns on and tunes up, and begins to assault the guitar at ear-splitting volume. We replace the manhole cover and I head out into the night. Iggy Pop and Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd come from every storm drain I pass.
That night the Irvine Police are frustrated in their attempts to find the source of the mysterious music.