An excerpt:
As jazz plays in the background, I ask Britt about his wellspring. I'm just channeling this shit, man, he says.
Britt, Doc, I know how you feel. Sometimes writing is channeling and not thinking.
An excerpt:
As jazz plays in the background, I ask Britt about his wellspring. I'm just channeling this shit, man, he says.
Britt, Doc, I know how you feel. Sometimes writing is channeling and not thinking.
