Letter From Britain: Winter Wasteland
Simon Frith, Creem, March 1978
I HATE WINTER, even in cosy old Britain, so I certainly don't know what I'm doing here, sitting in a motel room in Birmingham, Michigan, watching U.S. football and piles of dirty, half-melted snow. This city, the whole U.S.A., has the most tired collection of radio stations I've ever heard. The only one I can stick with is the country station 'cause most country songs are mopey and I'm pretty mopey too.
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