Henry Rollins‘ disembodied head was floating over my street the other day, extolling the virtues of a Bad Brains album I had never heard of.
Nobody seemed to care (or even notice) except for some tattooed, rockabilly girl who thought Rollins had some “cool shit on his mind.”
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