William Crain
With a string of hits writ in heaven this cat's a real gasser! A little out of touch and whole lotta out of sight! He's got a digital watch and an analog wife. Wouldn't you? Known to fade in and out of this world, he's most visible at twilight just before the green light slips into evening.
Otherwise, when not swinging from the loneliest star in the milkiest way or collecting yesterday's papers from the rubbish bin of history, he's found slinking down some back alley in his crepe soles with a jar of moonbeams nonchalantly tucked under his herringbone. He's got the kaleidoscope pop sounds for any who can dig a record as a best friend. Yesterday's sound today! Can you get to that? Solid! Step inside love.
