Journey, Man

We watched the pilot of Glee last night. Michael walked out of the room, but I loved it.

My first boyfriend got me to love Bob Dylan. Michael taught me to love classic rock. I always loved show tunes on my own.

Here’s the anthem of my generation, “Don’t Stop Believing”, which I’m proud to claim sprang from the great classic rock tradition of San Francisco, the City That Is No More.

Oh baby, you don’t know what it was like here in the 70s. It was INCREDIBLE. I’ll tell you all about it later. I'm going to get damned elegaic about it.