Why couldn’t the db’s sing a song that made me less confused?

The thrum-clang of the guitar, the thump thump thump pulsing of the tom-tom, and the song starts, Holsapple up on the stage, shaggy-haired and energetic, Stamey a little behind, diffident and cerebral, bursting together into the rhythm, and I lean back against the curved wall to feel the plaster vibrate. It’s loud, it’s angry and […]