For the past six month or so, I have had this recurring dream wherein I head Downtown to interview Depeche Mode at the Standard. I'm lead upstairs to one of the rooms and I meet with Dave, Martin and Andy. I start to wonder if maybe Alan is hiding behind a curtain and they're going to announce that he's rejoining the band. All of a sudden, Dave and Andy disappear and I'm left alone with Martin who is wearing the leather shorts and hat combo from the 101 tour and hitting on me in this incredibly obvious guy-with-shiny-shirt-at-the-bar sort of manner. I keep reminding him that I am there for an interview, but he doesn't stop. By the dream's end, I'm babbling something about how this is just wrong, how Martin isn't supposed to hit on anyone. He's supposed sit all mopey in a corner writing about how nobody loves him or somebody does but it's going to end all wrong even if bondage is pretty cool and the whole world is fucked up and "Princess Di is wearing a new dress" and if he is going to hit on me, can't he at least sing "Somebody" or "A Question of Lust" or even "Compulsion?"

I think I am getting way too excited about the new Depeche Mode album.