“We want to drink your blues,” scream the zombie copyright lawyers on the cover of “Theft: A History of Music.” Musicians, don’t be alarmed!
He is rich and ambitious, the successor to a South American dictatorship.
“The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.” Connor was not scared. The 13 year old boy had worse monsters to face than the ominous yew tree thrusting at his window: the malignity of school bullies, the suffocating sympathy of the teachers, a neglecting father, his mother terminally ill. Cancer corrodes these characters as the life of their originator.
