I got to be a small part of this:
Which is a good Randy Travis song. But, I’m actually talking about real physical crumbly cool bones, here not metaphorical sad nostalgic bones:
I’ve only ever had two kind of holy grail acts: Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger. But back when they were touring harder, I was . . . well, I didn’t end up in their amphitheaters, anyway. I mean, I didn’t even see Metallica or Motley Crue until the 2000s. So, I figured I’d missed out. I should have had more money back when. I should have had more resolve. I should have insisted. I should have made the drive, should have done whatever I needed to do to get those tickets, sit in that general seating.
This is like that one in Werewolf of London (1935), just, straight on:
Here’s that Werewolf of London one:
And here’s another clever way to do it—in shadow:
Part 1’s live today. Other parts coming around every Saturday for a bit here.