Picture me and Ziggy sitting on a very rectangular couch, notebooks on the coffee table in front of us, a guitar in my lap and my hair all over the fucking place because I’ve been tearing it out. Still no song.
By the time Linn was done, every member of the band and all the dancers had some electric blue in their hair. So did Mickey, the stage manager. Mickey was one of those guys who was going both bald and gray but that didn’t stop him from putting his hair in a pony tail. One […]