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Morning everyone 🩶 Details Magazine (1987) “How do you come up with your lyrics?” I inched. “They come from the mood of the music,” she said. “Sometimes I write down ideas if I get in a… what do you call it, an alpha state. I keep notes and long lists of ideas, scattered things. Then I select ideas when I hear the music. Once in a while I write a poem.” “How’d you come up with this idea for your hair?” I said. “What idea?” she said blankly. “You mean the blonde shit?” “And the dark part left in the back.” “Because I couldn’t see the back, Stephen.” I didn’t believe it. “No, it’s absolutely true. It’s a practical thing.” “Don’t you just put the junk everywhere?” “No, because when it grows in, if you put it everywhere every time, you end up with no hair. You only do the roots.” She was making this simple for me. “So I did it myself and I could only see the front. My hair’s really your color.” I let her in on a secret. “Well, it’s better than having to wear a wig,” Debbie said. “Like Andy Warhol.” 🩶