Letting Go with an Iron Grip
The guitar player in the band I watched over the weekend was wearing a CBGB's tshirt. It brought me back to my own gig at CBGBs, when it was still in New York, along with years of other experiences in the music scene. While it would not fit my lifestyle today, from time to time I really miss it.
What's the hardest thing you haven't quite let go of?