Part One: I was a prisoner in a lesbian lobotomy jail.

I’ve twice missed making contact with John Cale and I’m getting tired of the chase. The man’s obviously a ghost. He’s always writing ghost songs and he’s had the most unlikely life — from Garnant, South Wales, to Burbank, South California, via a legendary stint with the incipient Velvet Underground. And now I find myself sitting next to this man who says he’s John Cale in a preview theater which is cowering in the shadow of the London Hilton to see a screening of this movie he’s scored called Caged Heat set in a women’s prison in California.