Blood and Bone
The world thought Jack O’Donnell was just another another, egocentric Rockstar, but they were so very wrong. How do I know this? I would be the one to tell his story.
It wasn’t the clear blue of his eyes that held so much pain, or the well-defined forearms of a practiced guitar player that drew me in.
It was his story.
He told me I wouldn’t be able to handle it, that I wouldn’t like the ending. As I sit in a cold metal chair in the basement of a Catholic Church, I know he is right.
I am a journalist. Trained to get the story. He shouldn’t be trusting me with the most vulnerable parts of himself.
But he did.
One Interview, Two Days, Twenty-Five years of Rock 'n Roll
Deal Available through December 24, 2021