The 1967 album that made Bob Seger believe his career was over: “Are we out of a job?”
Unmatched talent.
“Butterflies and zebras, and moonbeams and fairy tales.”
“I didn’t particularly want to.”
Already getting pushed to the side.
Paul dabbles in the occult.
“We’ll continue to stay high and wage the revolutionary war…”
“I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street…”