I was raised on radio, in a time when "classic rock" was just called "rock." Cursed with a memory devoid of prejudice, I remember lyrics--all lyrics--the cryptic, the sublime, the inane, and the straight-up crappy. The dreck of Perry, Miller, DeYoung, Bachman, Turner, Morrison, et al. wormed its way into my brain 25 years ago. It's left me with a lot of questions.
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