Bedside Manner: Guitar & Pen
In April 1980, I was 14, and my campaign to see the Who at the Oakland Coliseum understandably doomed. Post-birthday that summer, the Cars at the same venue proved a poor runner-up. (Van Halen there next, no better.) The first proved a bitter precedent throughout high school, college, and grad school: Homework – reading – usurping fun.