“The guitar screamed like an angel who had just discovered why it was on the wrong side. Sparks glittered on the strings (...) And still the music flooded out. It made you want to kick down walls and ascend the sky on steps of fire. It made you want to pull all the switches and throw all the levers and stick your fingers in the electric socket of the Universe to see what happened ext. It made you want to paint your bedroom wall black and cover it with posters (...) Live music...music with rocks in it, running wild”
Book:Soul Music
