I'm posting this photo here not because it looks like I'm giving the microphone a gentle and romantic smooch, but because when my father saw this picture, we shared a laugh as he questioned my attire. And I have to admit, he was right ... it's not a very rock n roll move to sport some argyle on stage. No one rocks out in argyle.
Just yesterday I was commenting to a friend about how much I love Bon Scott's AC/DC, and how I would do whatever it takes (go back in time, move to Australia, start fights in bars) to play drums in the Bon Scott era of AC/DC.
And now look at me.
Argyle.
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