Dead rock star. Film at 11.
Ric Ocasek’s death provokes memories. And a question: Why had I already let him go?
Author: Stewart Schley
Nameless horse, meet aging man
What the devil is somebody’s grandfather doing singing my song?
Summer of ’79: Oooh oooh woah
Who better to introduce a young man to rock ‘n roll than Debbie Harry?
Confession: The Police aided and abetted my escape from hard rock
A friend passed along some lyrics. And the era of Styx came to an abrupt end.
Despair not, kids. Coltrane is in the house.
It wasn’t just jazz she heard from the little portable record player. It was a statement of faith.