This is research for "Steel Monkey," believe it or not.
And an exercise in almost physically painful nostalgia. My god. I was... sixteen or seventeen. And one of my college boyfriends had hair just like John Linnell's, but darker and even more adorably floppy.
When I show you what else I looked up for research, I suspect you will understand why the video counts. Also, it's an amazingly beautiful photograph. I especially love the headless pigeon headdress.
The creepiest bit is that the song is so very thematically appropriate to the story. If I ever figure out what the story is about. I mean, I have the first line and the last line. Surely the rest of the narrative is implied?