Dan Hicks And His Hot Licks: Where’s The Money?; Last Train to Hicksville

LIFE USED TO be tough but simple in Tin Punk Alley: you made it or you didn’t. Groups would ride in their pink Cadillacs or expire gratefully. Since the advent of ecology, things have gotten more complex: dead groups don’t fade away, they only re-cycle themselves, juggle their membership, shoot up a new lease of life.