JUMP by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. Story by Louise Maskell
The first band were doing their first ever gig. But all three were very experienced musicians and two of them were people I had known for years.
The first band were doing their first ever gig. But all three were very experienced musicians and two of them were people I had known for years.
Itās the middle of winter. Never mind, weāre wearing shorts and thongs. The sky is an unbroken plain of blue. Well, not entirely unbroken. Here and there, a pillar of white smoke plumes from a cane mill.