||Tuesday, January 03 2012 @ 01:49 AM CST
born on the wind when a tempest in a teacup turned a molehill into a mountain. it was the late '70s so after the wake we all went out like a rubber filament. 1985: music came into my life, apologized and quietly slipped away. i got dressed, walked down the street past a bar and that's when i discovered it: rock'n' on it's heels at the end of an alley. a quarter century gone by i love it still. when it's moving forget it, but i love it still.