They say that being a rock star is a 24-hour-a-day job. If so, Richard Skidmore, “Skiddy” to all who knew him, was undoubtedly one. Whether pounding out drums for the punky-metal crowd, fronting his brand of angst-ridden, driven Americana, or just holding court at the bar, he always wore that badge well….
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