Talking Down The Demons
By Michael Dunaway
The Voice emerges from a dark, murky garage, somewhere in one of the less hip neighborhoods of Los Angeles where the desert tries its hardest to reclaim the city. Like all revolutionary forces, The Voice is mysterious, wild, wizened and occasionally angry. It’s coarsened a fair bit by age, drugs, booze and hard living. It obsessively spins tales about old blues licks, long days on the road, a traveling pirate show going from city to city across the long desolate countryside. The Voice has seen things, done things. Maybe will again. Maybe soon. “Lock the gate!” yells The Voice, beginning the podcast in a touch of...