I love 60s Rock and Roll. Even when it is from the 80s. Keith Richards’ guitar sound pretty much sums up my college experience. I remember riding around on the East West Bus at Night – depressed – lost – drunk and listening to Tattoo You blare over the bus speakers. When I think back on cold fall nights at school alone on the bus it is like falling into a worm hole. Everything was on fire back then. Did the past really happen already? Devil Picking his nose.