Say so long to landlines, checkbooks, chivalry and illegal marijuana. We've still got guns, Lexus lanes, state lottos and payola. We still spew hydrocarbons, tolerate tax havens for billionaires, allow a shameful infant mortality rate and pay big bucks to see the Rolling Stones. We're almost out of pay phones, matchbooks, pennies and post office boxes. Oh yeah, guns- we still have guns. Did I mention that?
Maybe a small silver lining for never having been successful in the music business is that it's almost impossible to go out of fashion.
When I played cowboys and indians, I always wanted to be the indian. I wanted to be the sidekick, the bass player, the straight man. Yeah, I know. Be careful what you wish for.
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