A coworker is listening to Tesla right now and all I can think about it street-light lit streets of New Orleans, driving my red ’73 Caddy Coup DeVille around listening to Tesla and other rock bands of the late ’80’s. 
Back then it seemed so bright and fresh and cool, but through the mists of time and memory I now see it as if I’m looking through a rain splashed window, the colors are running all over and there is a sense of impending doom. 
Perhaps the doom of impending age and the final relinquishing of such meaningless things as driving all over town with the radio loud, listening to a new tape and just hanging out with friends.