I just love these lines (from his podcast #1):
We woke up from the sleepy hangover haze of the 1990s, straight into the screaming morning horror of September 11, 2001…
The city of Philadelphia felt like a sack of wet farts baked in summer time sizzle. But we bore the heat, ignored the smell and pressed on anyway. Because that was what needed to be done.
Thanks for using the music, Frank.