Sometimes, progress looks like going from Butch Wax to Brylcreem. Unless, of course, you live in a Vitalis household.
The above sentence makes sense to me. Therefore, I am (Generation) Jonesin' in the years. Stowin' away the time.
This means I remember when vintage was new. When classic rock was AOR. Which was not MOR. All of which ends up on 3 Chords & the Truth, by the way.
This last sentence also makes sense to me. Authenticity -- you can't fake it. It also helps you avoid sepia-colored cliches. A little dab'll do ya.
I KNOW. I'm rambling. It happens at my age. But sometimes you ramble into a lot of good stuff, just like we do on the Big Show.
I guess that's just the way we midcentury old farts do things.
So . . . yeah.
Groovy.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
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