the only life i know

liked this as a lad (Crawford's breathy jazzed vibrato, the slinky leisurely funk, the deliciously flecked light-touch breakdown that first comes in at 1.30)

but didn't pick up on the drug references... or the darker message (to you rudey)



actually interviewed Randy C would you believe, in '86 or '87.... a favour to a fellow journalist at MM who had taken on too many assignments... lovely lady, naturally