Nothing Like a Good Old Eight-Bar Phrase

That time in Boulder when I was just getting used to living on what I supposed was the surface of the Moon. I was like Mr. Clean from Apocalypse Now, “born in some south Bronx shithole [aka south London] and the light and space of Vietnam [Colorado] really put the zap on his head.”

So I walked into the nicest record store at that time and my friend Nathan was spinning this. And everything was totally okay.