for the love of a girl in black
Inherently, The Pleasures Pale was a band for misfits. Whether consciously or simply in the course of our individual habits and collective ways, we made music for outsiders. This was never stated as strategy; we didn't discuss it or diagram on a white board. Unless it was in the negative when Jeff Keating suggested I grow my hair long to look more like Micheal Stipe than Morrissey. Nonetheless, and whether Keating bought in, or even recognized it, this was our raison d'être —
