"Those with the gold make the rules"
"There's no where to go" gave me a John Prine moment. His lyric about going back to Paradise came to mind: "Well, I'm sorry my son but you're too late in asking. Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away." Different hydrocarbon, same problem: There's no going back.
Well, the song sure goes back - what, bout 30 years?That music help explain your nom de plume?I went to see Jeff Beck last night - talk about going back. He has a song called "Scatterbrain" - might explain my nom de plume.Thanks for look'n in.