Victoria

1983 was a big year to be, more than 40 years ago Wowee, met my partner Billy G, howling down the 'phone, raging in midstream, said all singers die alone, a photographer of big scenes, unashamed sclerotic dreams, still recount all his yarns, rocking episodes one by one, dancing places by the sea, sepia lighting right in tune, tales of could have beens, who grants us such memories, forged shotss out of nothing, wherever he still carries on, boardwalks with ice creams, I laugh at that time gone, good enough for me.