“nine bucks worth of superpremium” (The Friends of Eddie Coyle, George V. Higgins, 1971)
Thinking about how Jonathan Richman and Jackie Brown from The Friends of Eddie Coyle might’ve crossed paths out in some 1970s Massachusetts night.
It’s a small world, but like Steven Wright says, I wouldn’t want to paint it.
Thinking about the parallels between Jonathan Richman and Bruce Springsteen. The both love cars and the nighttime and old time rock & roll music and they both feel lonely sometimes.
I’ve been listening to this for 12+ years and I just realized I, too, am Mr. M.