The 1990s were dreadful, brutal, anxious times, an ugly and divisive decade, one that cast a dark and inauspicious shade over the republic, perfect for atonement actually, for repentance and teshuvah—The Gnarly Nineties, the end of the innocence, and I was doing some freelance writing for Josh Moses’s TV magazine when I consented to interview Morton Downey, Junior of shock jock and songwriting fame; I say ‘consented’ because it wasn’t my story, I didn’t pitch it and but for a few pre-YouTube clips here and there, I’d never seen his show, nor had I heard any of his songs from the 50s, 60s or 70s . . .