“I went back to Ohio…”
To this day that song opening lick can still elicit that young-love, fight-the-power, fist-in-the-air youthful rebellion.
“And my city was gone…”
Her, a formidable form, striding across a stage, her in all black, think it was all black leather.
Looking online for something entirely different, I staggered across the autobiography for Chrissie Hynde. Guess it was printed a few years ago, but the library had a copy, and then, some lyric about Ohio.
Sept. 7 — definitely a Virgo.