Todd Rundgren: From The Cradle Of Civilization
Kris Nicholson, Creem, June 1977
FEBRUARY 24 — Had I remembered that it was doomsday, I'm sure I would have died of fright. As it was, traveling through blinding rain at 100 mph only had me petrified. Every time the driver swerved from the road to its shoulder I closed my eyes. They say prayer doesn't work. I know it does. Either that, or for some unknown reason God wanted me here on earth a day longer than seemed possible at the time. You see, the driver of this car had a pilot's license and since we couldn't get a flight out of the city he decided he'd fly the car.
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