"You know your pal, Butch Hancock, thinks Buddy Holly was an alien?" Dave Marsh asked me as I ranted about Roswell and the government and rock'n'roll and peace and love.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he says it sure the fuck didn't come from Lubbock, Texas."
Sometimes I sit with my memories and I wonder what planet these heroes did come from. I remember trying to make sense out of the name, Elvis Presley. I still do. What about Little Richard? How could that happen? Tiny Tim?
What about the stuff I never saw, the acts I never heard of? It's the stuff that runs in my veins. Let the love flow, boys. Let the love flow.