By DETROIT JACK, Phallus Press Writer – Sun Feb 20, 11:47 pm ET
Photos by John Kessler
As we legged the sweeping case of stairs that dropped steeply into a punchbowl of bad boys high on grade school antics . . . , the only telling sign of sanity were the Hard-Ons roaming the proscenium.
No, not even Machiavelli would have attempted to foresee beyond the musical horizon of the three pillars of rock and roll . . . , and yet, with the treachery of Medea fresh in our memories, we gave of our souls with the promise of youth.
Hard-Ons are not for the delusional.