"God, isn’t it beautiful? The year is 1967. Welcome to my town—a virtual sonic prison, with but one solitary radio station that plays anything resembling modern music."
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) May 15, 2018
"Bastards of Freedom" by Jim White in TQ 145 https://t.co/PpOuCsPtTc pic.twitter.com/DaYJcfMdE8