SEX & DRUGS & BROKEN BONES: J GEILS

By the end of 1978 I wasn’t even on the Publisher’s Clearing house mailing list. I was hiding out, making it up out of whole cloth and, if I pressed myself, maybe I could remember a couple of high musical moments. I had confined my listening pleasures to pure chance and two radios, one of which was a pre-cold war tube model that only the Born Yesterday Christian station could bluster through.