These days, he's liable to recount his past dust-ups and ego-trips with a penitent's bowed head. Or that's not what he meant – but how else to account for all the people who credit him with saving their lives? What if the man who set out 40 years ago to annihilate, to starve, to burn, to search and to destroy, was on a mission of relief the whole time? Rollins' body, fortified with heavy weights and tattooed totems, became a vessel for the message of his music, which is that there is nothing glorious about being broken but there is dignity to be found in the bearing of it and consolation in the knowledge that it's not borne alone. Wherever he went, the lawman's bilious shadow was never far behind. He endured these and other indignities and repaid them only so often. Pretenders sucker-punched him in dressing rooms. His congregants found their private pains reflected in his own agonised condition, and before them he testified, night after night, at a volume to trouble God in heaven for neglecting His damaged handiwork. and far-flung locales across the sea to minister to their disaffected. With a band behind him, Rollins travelled to obscure precincts of the U.S.
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