Never Start the Engine Cold
Every set opens slow — three rounds of rhythm and blues before the crowd is ready for fire.
Every set opens slow — three rounds of rhythm and blues before the crowd is ready for fire.
You can judge a man by his machine. Unpolished wheels mean unfinished business.
The tape rolls once. If you cannot cut it live, the booth ain't for you.
A pompadour is a promise — slicked back at sundown, holding through the last encore.