Boston: Don't Look Back (Epic)
Mitchell Cohen, Creem, November 1978
SHE'S THE ONE dreams were invented for, and you've had her. The pursuit was long and arduous, the affair sudden and turbulent. You've gone madly to her generous breast, and the cries she uttered when you probed in just the right place are sounds you'll hear in the night until you breathe your final breath. lt's as though it had all been stored up for twenty-plus years, waiting for her to come to you. But you don't win the American Rock Public, that sweet restless bitch, that promiscuous angel, and not pay a price. If you lose her, what could possibly replace the fulfillment you felt in her arms? So after the initial euphoria comes the panic: how to keep her amused, what to do for an encore.
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