Mary Wanna

SHOULDN'T BE TAKEN the way I took it last nite, in huge interminable lung-scorching drags, but it did appear to gift my creativity and -- surprisingly -- my memory of the stuff I created. A new song inserted itself into my head and spontaneously assembled: a beautiful, early-'80s, discofunk tune with an indelible hook and a female vocal. Other hip-hoppy beats wove themselves through my synapses. And while normally, I forget a tune as fast as it comes to me if I take my focus off it for even a moment, these tunes stuck in my brain the whole train ride home.