I savored every slow-passing second in the heat—music from the likes of the Submarines, Mika Miko and Tiny Masters of Today, the latter pack of striplings enough to restore any lost faith in the rock verities, as well as the giddy confabs with pals from the RECORD, accidental meetings with ex-girlfriends; even the hi-skool snubs from industry barnacles and no-talents felt good, for such too is life under the municipal big top in rock ‘n’ roll’s Greatest Show on Earth.
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