Oh come on. Music is addictive, no? Let me share a little bit of my drugs.

David Bowie: He makes me want to dance and sing and make tiny scale models of imaginary glittery moon cities.

Brett Smiley: Androgynous perfection. Prettiest boy ever.

Serge Gainsbourg: Comic Strip, pop meets burlesque.

The Kinks: Yeah! Sporatic groovy rock out dance!

Nikki & The Corvettes: Music that makes me want to run down the street naked.

Gary Numan: Sexy robot god.

France Gall: Groovy chick with a deck hair flip. She kicked April March’s bum.

The Clash: Kickass drummer. Joe Stummer. mmm.

Joy Division: The original emo.

Nico: Creepy chick with cool hair.

Lou Reed: Hedwig made listening to Lou in ovens deck.

The Doors: Music to make love to. In the dark.

The Partridge Family: David was cute, Susan had style.

Iggy Pop & The Stooges: Air guitar=necessary.

Patti Smith Group: Best when danced to during a layover at JFK intl.

Too bad they wont all fit.