Mick Rhodes Band Evolution
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Middle Age Malaise
"Forty-Five," I said.
There was a pregnant pause on the other side of the line.
"How old are you?" I ventured, thinking perhaps
that I really wasn't the man for the job.
"Twenty-four." was the response.
The rest of the conversation was desultory, and accompanied
by sort of a toilet flushing sound.
This song has a pretty good groove, so I'm glad I answered
the want ad.
Back to Evolution.
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