I wrote this song about a musician friend who died. Off-stage, he was a shy, timid, sweetheart of a guy. On-stage, he became a punk-rock lightning rod, howling into the mic, tossing his sweat-soaked hair, and thumbing away on bass guitar. People couldn’t believe the transformation. There’s power in that.
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“The Quiet Type”
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I wrote this song about a musician friend who died. Off-stage, he was a shy, timid, sweetheart of a guy. On-stage, he became a punk-rock lightning rod, howling into the mic, tossing his sweat-soaked hair, and thumbing away on bass guitar. People couldn’t believe the transformation. There’s power in that.