Lawrence - Precious HallSomeone dear to me has turned to self-tanning lotions. This is disconcerting. I wonder, when this new orange being walks past me at the office, what innate urge leads one to chase down the famous Loompa skin tone. I don't know. I played this song for her. "Listen," I said. "It's called Precious Hall. This beat is building a story, no, two stories. In which you can live. Repeal whatever perverse mandate has forced you to camouflage yourself as a traffic cone. Let that color recede beyond the horizon of your skin. Hide inside this song. Let your complexion resume its natural ghostliness. Embrace the shade." She turned, her orange nose pointing right at me, and said, "...." and then walked away.[Buy the Laid Compilation, which is a collection of vinyl-only releases from Dial Records' sub-label]