“Over the years, The Damned was with me in many powerful instances; some joyous, some horrific. They were with me (in other words, in my tape deck) when my first car went over a cliff backward, with the accelerator stuck to the floor and the brakes non-functioning. They were with me when I asked Marika to marry me at the top of Fillmore Street in San Francisco. They were with me when I was in a high-speed car chase as a repo man was trying to take back
the Chevy Chevette I had financed. It began in Solvang and involved me driving up the Camarillo grade going 90 mph in the breakdown lane, and ended in Reseda (go figure). I love how Jack Grisham described them as “music to commit crimes to”. Perfect. And most importantly, The Damned kept me company when I had hideous agoraphobia and was unable to leave my Van Nuys apartment for four years. So, we have a history, The Damned and I. They don’t know that, but I do…and now so do you.”