#longliverocknroll — Public Fediverse posts
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A music break for sanity's sake... #music #LongLiveRocknRoll #JimCarroll #loureed #longlivelove https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFjGXO4yM2k
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I remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.
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I remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.
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I remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.
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I remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.
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I remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.