Hail, Hail, Rock'n'Roll

I love this idea of the darkest, calmest hour, far from the fury of the wild night, as the devils lie down and the morning light has yet to arriveMaybe it's been the changing light, the cold, quiet shift to dark mornings and long, drab evenings that got me thinking about the way night turns to day in song; that's had me wondering what the light brings and the night hides, and what happens when they meet.Rock'n'roll has always seemed to belong to darkness – owned by it, spawned by it, begot...

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