But my mind knew nothing of the setting, for I was at war.We clambered toward a narrow hairpin turn, four Lycra-clad cross-country ski racers so close I could see the dried white spittle on my ...
From post-punk’s jagged edges to stadium rock’s final roar, 1979 was the year music’s old guard met its neon future ...
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