There are times when I wish the 12-year-old could see me, and reading a headline calling me a “Southern Rock Champion” is one of them. It makes me think of being in my basement staring at the Skynyrd poster on the wood paneled wall, or laying on my brother’s yellow shag carpet, listening to Eat a peach and poring over the psychedelic gatefold artwork.
I am proud to have this shout out on swampland.com, a great Southern Rock-oriented site. And yes I’m proud to be a Southern Rock Champion. Full review coming there soon.
|With Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Gary Rossington, backstage at the Beacon Theater|