A Happy Sad Starsailor from Washington D.C.

BEFORE I ENTERED the glamorous and exciting world of the rock n' roll business on a full-time basis, I used to "work" (a rather loose expression you understand) for one of the country's larger construction companies, not as you'd wickedly like to imagine in the guise of a bricky or a road-digger, but in a laboratory staffed by agreeable and well-meaning people most of whom probably thought I was completely mental.