Onwards and Upwards |
A long time ago, a wise man spoke of Rock and Roll.
It was a rainy night, a cold night, in a warm pub in a northern sea port. In the Garrick's Head, the jukebox played; mind
stretching music from America, onward and upward, warmth and good company.
Pat, landlady, spoke; "One day - you'll hear music so powerful, it'll demolish this place and rebuild it in its own image; an image in sound and passion - life as it's lived, life as it has to be, life goes that way. |
