His face is strange but, of course, familiar. His pudgy fingers have played for 30 years and still manage to stay young.
He is a gyrating sex machine, or so his lyrics would have you think, with a poet's soul. He's working-class with a secret library of the higher stuff. Ask him if there ever was a time when he's partied too much and he snaps back, "I hope so!"
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Wilcox finds the right rhythm
If you need a clue as to David Wilcox's frame of mind these days, check out the song I Need A Vice ("Not the kind that squeezes," he sings, "but that kind that pleases") on his new CD Rhythm of Love.
The song laments the fact that the life of sobriety and clean living -- one that he's been living for the past few years after decades of use and abuse -- is rather dull.
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