To my parent’s dismay, I did frequent what they labeled “bad company” in the late seventies. And at times I was labeled the same by other parents
Did I give a fuck then? Hell no! I knew better, or at least I thought so.
I was moved by what I thought was a higher power.
My (then) convictions and the music I (thought) could relate to was enough for me to justify my rebellious attitude.
Some tunes still bring back memories of days past, and the fear of days to come.
