“THE MAVERICK IN ME” by Des Kelly Talking about great music, many many years ago, in Melbourne, Australia, a female “fan” of mine, going back to the days in Ceylon, who endeared herself to me by loving the same music I loved (music that was tuneful, exciting to listen to, &, in fact, music to make love, to), suddenly made herself reappear, with a “cassette-recording” of this “‘group” called the Mavericks, handed it to me, with a smile, and said…. “Desmond, listen to this band, they have been unheard of, until now & as soon as I heard it, I had the feeling that you would be hooked too” I said “thank you, An-oops, Angel, first chance I get, I will listen to them. I am sure that they will be extra–special, as you have been, for bringing it to me.” Angel then left, leaving the devil in me to ...