I. am. so. old.
Years ago, my father sat next to HR's father on a flight, brought home a coupla "Black Flag" LP-sized records. I emphasize "LP-sized" because, apparently, they needed to be played at 45 rpm vs. 33 (um... for you young'uns: these were large vinyl discs meant to be set atop a large machine called a "record player"...).
Imagine Black Flag, but played a bit t o o s l o o o w
A few years later, HR came to my college campus, early in his "spoken word" career....
I guess it shouldn't be weird that he's still touring. I mean, I'm still breathing, right?