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Singing Through a Plague

I’ve always been a nightclub person, and I don’t know why. Maybe because I was 10 when the second British Invasion members began climbing onto American shores; sylphlike English boys dripping wet and sporting little more than a Speedo, amazing abs, a smoky eye, and a dagger clenched between determined teeth. Americans were in on it too. Cheap glamour and LinnDrums, when you’re growing up...
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