Here’s one from the first rock show I ever attended — opening for the Go-Go’s, thank you very much. (And thanks for taking me, Dad!) 1982, comin’ atcha! I think this song rocks very hard. And yeah, that was before the singer did the hair thing.
This one’s for all the burners who are frantically trying to get their shit together. Breathe deeply — you’ll be there soon, and it won’t matter.
With hands held high
To the new sunrise,
With open arms
To the empty skies
A Flock Of Seagulls – Messages from A Flock Of Seagulls, or if you’re downloading, I Ran: The Best Of A Flock Of Seagulls
