Musical Memories: Jane’s Addiction, “Summertime Rolls,” and dancing on a rooftop
Songs are stories. A song can conjure up a time and place like nothing else. Some songs are inextricably etched together with moments in my life. These are Musical Memories. For a couple of summers, I lived on a rooftop, crowded into an apartment with a gaggle of bearded, sweaty men with strange accents. They called themselves “Texans.” During the day, we’d dress up like cowboys, throw rubber chickens at one another, then have a shootout. We got paid to do this. In the evenings, we’d go back to our rooftop apartment and drain many, many cans of very, very cheap beer. It paid like shit and the work was not what I was cut out to do, but the carefree lifestyle and the people…
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