The following summer, I felt a little lost without my music buddy, so I spent a few weeks repairing cars before spending the rest of the summer working at a radio station. I never reached the booth, but I enjoyed the music. One of the DJs showed up at a party one night and remembered me from the station. A few of us spent the evening talking about the music that really moved us. We talked about the tracks that were never heard on the radio or seldom heard at parties. This was the first time I can remember talking to a group of individuals devoted to the appreciation of music. I didn’t want the evening to end, but evenings like that make the most precious memories. It’s evenings like most come to an end like every marathon has a finish line.
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Here is Jones Hoops (Acoustic)
Memoirs of Madness 