To this day that song opening lick can still elicit that young-love, fight-the-power, fist-in-the-air youthful rebellion.
“And my city was gone…”
Her, a formidable form, striding across a stage, her in all black, think it was all black leather.
Reckless
Looking online for something entirely different, I staggered across the autobiography for Chrissie Hynde. Guess it was printed a few years ago, but the library had a copy, and then, some lyric about Ohio.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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