Welcome to No Country For Old Men – a (hopefully) regular column in which a 40 year old DJ turned music writer turned musician grapples with the state of music journalism and how to age as a music fan.

Art by Shelly Prevost Abe Beame is never over the line, dude. “But now I was haunted by a vision of… He was horrible. The lone biker of apocalypse. A man with all the powers of Hell at his command. He could turn the day into night and lay to waste everything in his path. […]