Well, back in the bad old days, Harry liked to party. And he lived in one of the better party towns of the 1970's, HOTlanta, Georgia.
Harry himself got to see Big George and the gang at the Omni. And then we would hit Underground Atlanta for a beer at the old.
One day, I was invited to a party. I mentioned it to my Program Director, Nightfly Sourpuss, and he told me
When I came to, several hours later, I stumbled into work. And for some reason, I was thinking of my old girlfriend, so I played the song that is the bane of DJ's everywhere.
The moral for you youngsters is listen to those elders around you. We've fucked up much more than you and we are only telling this for your own good. And for God's sake, turn off that damn Justin Bieber crap.