The final catalyst, though, was Rian Johnson's Cali-noir film "Brick," and WOYG has thus sort of become a pretentiously muddled, sun-fried spew of juvenalia, where I go through the motions of a whodunit via the handy (and familiar!) device of teenage, and twenty-something, narcissism. There may be nothing more than a first draft- we'll see- but the real fun has been spontaneously creating a companion soundtrack CD of echo-bass-guitar ambient weirdness.