C’mon, who hasn’t experienced it? Your best pal strikes it lucky by hooking up with a hottie, the Green Eyed Monster bowls up and before long you’re wondering: ‘Where can I get myself one of those? Or maybe even the original model…’
This awkward scenario befell Rick Springfield in the late 70s. Except he wasn’t a gangly, testosterone-charged teenager, but a grown man of 27.
