A brief anecdote about a song... and soon to be published on stereostories@gmx.com There I was, gaga with all my recent speechlessness, crouched down with Geraldine and Natty seated on the gutter. She scuffed out her cigarette against the gutter and looked at me after a while and said, 'How're you, Grif'?' 'Okay,' I said. 'How … Continue reading Hello, goodbye →