I remember the first time I heard Jane’s Addiction. It was ‘89 and pop music was just terrible. I loved music. No, I lived for music. It was (whether I knew it or not) my religion. I’ve always been into vintage, old, classic things so instead of wasting my time on Poison or Phil Collins, Milli Vanilli or Taylor Dayne, I headed into the good stuff…the er…
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