"I Live in Sweat but I Dream Light Years"
I'm a white kid with a tinny-sounding guitar plagued with a restless mind and a firm belief in the street art of intellect. I am listening to Black Sea and didn't even realize that it's the vicennial of mighty D. Boon's passing; in 1985, I was futzing around fingerpainting on my walls and trying to figure out how long I could keep my daipers on before my parents made me hit the john like the other kids. There was other stuff on my mind, like space. My idols are either dead or dread-locked, literally or metaphorically. More guitar solos Carlos, I'm feeling tender tonight. (Thanks for the tip, Ian.)