On Wolf Parade, writer’s block, and a little saline in Salt Lake City

Leave a little light on in your mind’s eye

As sweat seeped out of me in a tinbox of a club in Salt Lake City, I noticed that despite this considerable swelling of heat around me, my thoughts were strangely serene. As if I’d purged a bad humour, in old-world speak, and was now bathing contentedly in its lazy afterglow…