These songs were played loud in Los Angeles bars filled with smoke. Yes, you heard right. Back in the day I had a natural rasp from breathing in thick secondhand smoke when bars smelled like bars. I hated it then, but I get kind of nostalgic whenever I smell stale beer and cigarettes. We thought we could take over the world starting from Molly Malone’s Irish Pub with Van Morrison as our spiritual guide fueled by testosterone mellowed with Guinness tears.
Long Haired Boys