Sunday, January 08, 2017

Well, maybe …

… The One Book Music Lovers Have to Read. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)



But maybe not for a first-generation rocker like me.
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2 comments:

  1. Bill Peschel12:00 PM

    I suppose if you can't have a beer with your best friend, reminiscing over looking at Yes lyrics in his black-light lit room, this is the next best thing.

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  2. Frank Wilson1:59 PM

    Rock had no great meaning in the mid-'50s. It was just fun to dance to. You didn't even need black light. Just a cute partner.

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