“The silence was suddenly too much. He hit the CD button on the car’s radio. Brian Jones’s sitar riff opened for Charlie Watts tribal-like drumbeat thundering from the speakers. Keith Richards’ jangly guitar joined in, followed by Mick singing about… — Glenn Rolfe Copy Share Image
“But it all fades, drying up and evaporating like beads of water on skin after a swim in July.” — Glenn Rolfe Copy Share Image
“The silence was suddenly too much. He hit the CD button on the car’s radio. Brian Jones’s sitar riff opened for Charlie Watts tribal-like… — Glenn Rolfe Copy Share Image
“In that moment we transcended the bonds of our physical beings, our souls clinging to the remnants of the innocence that had been stolen… — Glenn Rolfe Copy Share Image
