OMG, you guys, this is the cover of Exit Through The Wound, no biggie.
There are several elements on this cover, but from where I’m sitting I guess the main thing that’s jumping out at me is a picture of a long road. Where does this road lead? Why is no one on it? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? Etc.
On either side of this road there is some ‘desert’ and right ahead ‘a big mass of purple mountains’. I don’t know about you, but looking at this picture all I wanna do is put Body Double by Pilotpriest on and drive down that road. Failing that, some Saint Etienne will do.
There is strong contention about where this road is. Some people say it’s in southern California, others claim SoCal. I guess if you go along the general lines of California, but not the northern or central parts of it, you’ll probably be right.
The title of the book – in canary yellow – came to me in a vision one Tuesday evening whilst I was hallucinating on the platform at Notting Hill tube station (eastbound). So did my name. I decided to keep both and make them official, in commemoration of that amazing ‘trip’.