Well then everything blew up as soon as Who’s Popeye’s Girlfriend was done.
June – in other words, summer – hit and, at 21 going on 22, love hit harder. Like a brick to the teeth. And I went insane. I mean, truly insane. I wrote and recorded every song on this album - finished the entire thing - in something like six weeks in June and July.
By this time I had decided that it would be clever to continue recording under the name Suburbia even though I was producing and writing everything. I somehow thought hiding my wild and erratic songwriting behind another identity would mediate the insanity. And make no mistake, this was, for reals, the first of two wild, unwieldy…yes CRAZY albums borne of overdramatic love, lust, fear, joy and an addiction to what can only be called constant drama.
It coincided with the wildest summer my friends and I had ever experienced, or would ever experience again. ALL of us went nuts in the Summer of ’79, but Intelligentsia was my fever dream, thrown in with everybody else’s.
Sleight, Stahlke and Flippen were all on board again – but so were Tim Cupps and Vincent Merkhajeb and Darrell Etter and all sorts of guest stars from the gang who all had one freaky summer, then in one way or another, headed off for the Rest of Their Lives.