Monday, November 25, 2019

New Old Music: Rock and Roll





An ancient ode to a dead art form, recorded circa 2010 with my battered acoustic and my cheap PRS that has since succumbed to death by tremolo failure. I think this is probably one of the best choruses I've ever written-"I'm an old man out the movies, shooting blanks with a popup gun. You can't memorize the teenage alphabet. You was never born to run." Indeed. 



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