It's not everyday that "Luck" steps up from the shadows and turns the corner. Only to bump into the purpose, rhyme and reason as to why you became who you are. The magazines were flooded with his pictures. Bedroom walls bled his posters. His music had attitude strong enough to be cranked up then spread out across the neighborhood via 8-track tapes to 45's and albums. The bad ass that Eddie Money is...is the very reason why I had to do everything possible to make sure the world knew who he was. I became a 1970's Radio Disc Jockey. To make things even more dangerous. I was the crazy ass night jock that knew of only one rule. You made them up the very second the final boss walked out the door.