I directed this, the band's first video. Norwood Cheek was the shooter. It's based on an experience my then-girlfriend had in high school, when people broke into her and her mother's condo. They ate food out of the fridge and put on their makeup.

In my mind, the Zippers are breaking into the sacred House of Jazz, where we find items that are literally made for us. Katherine threatens to burn it all down, but we dissuade her.

MTV refused to air it because of some Beavis & Butthead fire botheration, but I suspect it's because I wasn't on their list of approved directors.