Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.
You're dumb, but don't give in.
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.
Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?
I was an art student at the time, like thousands of others.
I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.