East Coast Gazette

And as I was pursing this line of thinking as I was — I’m not joking — on my knees scrubbing out my apartment (God damn moving), my iPod kicked in with Melissa Ferrick, “Drive,” and I said, out loud to my roommate’s conditioner: “Oh my God. That is totally Gibbs and Tony’s fucked up sex song.” I love the idea of multimedia and intertextuality, so if I could program songs to cue up in stories, I’d do it, and if there was a scene where Gibbs was shoving Tony up against a wall and pinning his wrists to the wall, whispering in his ear, I’d totally be playing this song.