Evans’ Rag
Vol 3 Issue 16
The Quire of St George's Chapel, by Charles Wild, from W.H. Pyne's Royal Residences, 1818
Hollywood Nights
In a five minute song of four verses and chorus, I don’t think you could write a better novel. Dude from the Mid-West discovers LA, falls in love and goes nuts, waking up alone afterward.
Seger sings it like he lived it. It’s one of Bob Seger’s most incisive on the subject: we fool men will kneel to wild myth and hope every time.