Thursday, February 19, 2009

For Krovel

I caught three perfect, peaceful hours of buttery turns this morning at the River. There was only one way to celebrate my solo mission, a WBLM fueled car ride home. Butt-rock bliss. This one blew my mind.

I placed a call to APT hall of famer TKO for consultation. A classic rocker of the first degree, my man has it on vinyl. 'Course.

Winwood, Baker, Clapton. Rock hard, rock well.

1 comment:

Krowbar said...

wow.
the reasons for the tears streaming down my cheeks are three-fold
1) joy
2) appreciation for the ROCK
3) appreciation for my man W2 who made my day via unbridaled enthusiasm for epic supergroup guitar slay-age classic rock glory.

praise.