In 1950, the biggest amp you could get was no bigger than a tabletop radio.

They prospect of seeing oneself in the mirror clean-shaven is too close to a Vincent Price film... a prospect not to be contemplated, no matter the compensation.

Well, everybody faces the fact there really aren't many records stores around to just go and browse. Maybe browse online, yet that tactile feel of flipping through a stack of vinyl remains one of life's simple pleasures.

Can't do it, simply cause underneath 'em is too ugly.

There's not a single genre that is hard to find or hard to get.

My mom took my sister and me to see Elvis [Presley] in concert when was, maybe 5 or 6, and I liked everything about it.

Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.