We're bringing the Sunset strip to the desert.

It was very L.A., Sunset Strip hair metal. It was a very callow record company attempt to fit her in with what they thought was the signature selling sound of the moment.

The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.

One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'

And a little later you added:
'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.'

'Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunset?'

But the prince made no answer.