The slimster last wrote about summertime beer and singing summer songs. One may think - hence the title. But nope, not always thinkin’ ‘bout the hops. Thoughts are, as often the case, with music worthies. Certainly not Mitch, his music was not up everyone’s alley. Glenn, though, while he knew how to swing a mean trombone is not the man being considered. From the rock world Steve and Jerry might be given a thought. But the slender one has in mind, from a fair list, old Roger. He who sang “King of the Road”, perhaps the finest song about an era where two hours of pushing broom could buy an eight by twelve four-bit room.
