It was Friday morning. 5am to be exact. Los Angeles was calling and it could only mean bad news.

“I need an answer” they said.

“What?”

“Have you not checked your email?”

I hadn’t since it was 5am but Los Angeles doesn’t recognise time. I checked my blackberry and there was a request for Drop The Lime’s State Trooper. Drop The Lime covered this dark Springsteen tale on January 2nd. I know this since he came to my hotel in New York the next morning to play it to me. He looked drained.

Coming through the speakers was a howl.

“I don’t know what I’ve done” he said. And it’s true. I never heard him sound like this. Something took over him and it was pure spine-tingling.

Fast forward nine months. Los Angeles is on the phone.

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