July, 1971. A rose arrived with a note signed the Silver Tongued Devil, and both were pasted into the scrapbook kept of those weeks.
I had known him only three days. This page is yours to keep, and to pass along — the rest of the scrapbook is waiting inside.
working tapes, handwritten lyrics, photographs from the studio, coasters and matchboxes from a vanished parade of hotels and restaurants…the works. I’ll be dedicating a room for each one of these twelve songs, a first look experience open to everyone.
One page is already out in the open — the rose , mine to give, yours to pass along.
