Country, Blue Grass and Bereft

Punk R.I.P.

It’s a dried-up neglected street shrine edged with glass from broken votive candles by the time I get to the empty storefront that used to be CBGB’s, to say a lately goodbye to Hilly Kristal.

If there’s a rock and roll heaven, Hilly’s sitting there talking about how it used to be better in the ’70s.

About Linus

The man behind the curtain. But couldn't we get a nicer curtain?
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