Terrell’s Tuneup: Loving I Still Hate CDs
A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
June 19, 2009
In recent months (years?) my musical tastes have become so retro it’s disgusting. Frequent readers of my column have surely noticed.
“And when I die, don’t you bury me at all/Just hang these bones upon the wall/And beneath the bones let these words be seen/This is the bloody gears of a boppin’ machine.”