The girl turns in her seat on the bus and motions toward him. The all-state band contest is over, and so is the performance year for ninth-graders. He's trumpet. She's flute. He thumbs the volume knob of his Walkman, which is as big as a Kleenex box because the year is 1986, and... More >>>
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: Leaving darklands behind for the self-confident light.