Jack Bruce: Jack Through The Looking Glass
Barbara Charone, Sounds, 2 November 1974
THE DARK clouds were playing hide and seek with the sky, ominously threatening rain all the way to Colchester. The wind rustled through the trees adding to the moody scenario, a sense of despair in each great whoosh. It was one of those days perfectly ripe for staying in bed. And Jack Bruce was more than a little perturbed that he couldn't.
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