The Song That Still Echoes - COMO Magazine

The Song That Still Echoes - COMO Magazine

“That / wasted breath of neon light a frail / tattoo or come-on in pools / of rain. That street, That rain / No. Our street. Our rain.”  — “After the Blue Note Closes” by Larry Levis    Puddles of rain sit stagnant and quiet outside a building at 912 Business Loop 70 East. That is, until an amp flips on and the stomp of a hundred eager feet charges toward the entrance. The year is 1980. There are no algorithms. No endless scroll of events or soc…