Can we talk?

I called Chris on the way home from work. It’s an insane child’s world where men standing at the gates of hard-won wisdom are deemed aesthetically irrelevant. What business do the four of us have revisiting our relationship with rock music?



Rock and roll. That melding of the blues-infused roots music of Black America and the swaggering jangle of white country folk. It was so dangerous that nobody would touch it but the kids.

The lyrics for Longshot are starting to percolate.