The song is simply about us, our gang, the shabbab, hanging out in MR. X’s garage in the alley behind his mom’s Anaheim apartment in 1982-1983. It was time of discovery. I just finished my first year of college at California State Fullerton and we started hanging out in his garage. Mr. X had it decked out with old dirty couch, a few lights, and some other trinkets that made it a hang-out. … Continue readingProtest Guitars & Clash City Rockers