By the time a bandwagon has reached my neck of the woods, the band has broken up, its drummer having choked on someone else's vomit (if you steal a joke ironically, it's not really stealing) and the wagon in a state of extreme disrepair, one of those little temporary spares on the left rear and its exhaust system held together with coat hangers. Nevertheless I jump on it gladly, having been unceremoniously dumped off the turnip truck some time ago. The original photo was taken from the ferris wheel at Coney Island, in the company of someone who was threatening to throw up in my lap. Which was fine with me, because I wasn't looking forward to choking on her vomit.