The 9 Live After My 9 Lives Are Up
The music of the afterlife
No other sound signals the death knell of a music career than that last banshee cry of a squeezebox being shoehorned back into its coffin.
There’s a special place in hell for the door-to-door accordion salesman.
But this isn’t a blurb about hell. This is about the upside of the forever hereafter — and the…