By Will McGuirk
“Hunter Street is lit in that golden glow”
No matter how down one gets music gets one up. All those cycling thoughts hooked onto a passing chord, and whoosh up and at ‘em. Bed laying, the inevitability of staying in bed, in bed, in bed, in bed. . . until hand reaches out, radio clicks on, song fills the room and thoughts change to ideas, ideas to plans, and plans to action. Up and at ‘em. There’s a world to save, one soul at a time, one song at a time.