I Love Rock And Roll

Here's a poem I just emailed to the most special "DEEJAY" on radio:


"My gramma "Nana" took my sister and I to the Brooklyn Fox in 1960

because we had heard on WABC that Fabian would be there

and here's what I thought:

Rock is getting slick...

I'm supposed to like Fabian.

He was DESIGNED to get girls to scream at him.

His socks are too clean.

He is not Eddie Cochran

but in 2 years it will be Frank Sinatra again

so if I wanna see rock n roll before it is completely gone

I'll have to see Fabian, so we went

and we went around the block three times waiting..

and waiting...

and my Nana offered to rescue some of us...

so stupid me went out with her and to food and a movie

while my sister and her friend stood in line for Fabian and company

Fats Domino and Diane Warwick, Jackie Wilson and then the slick guy himself

and the film was something I forgot

and I realized I sold out and would never have another chance...

remembering how eternally swinging were those beautiful rock dances she did

my sister did (the one still in line)

so well...

wanting to be eternally rocking, I knew I'd wait forever

if I missed this show ...

so

I bowed my head in shame

and cried,

so Nana took us back...

Me, sold out stupid me,

me and Nana...

and we went back to the rock show and had fun

chanting UNGOWA!!! with Murray the K...

and rocking out with Jackie and Fats and Dionne

and finally the manufactured slick one FABIAN

He's a tiger.

He's rich like Elvis.

and a boring singer.

but I loved my Nana more eternally

than a beautiful Rock dance

can take me to Heaven

Forever.

I found out I hadn't missed the show,

the dumb parade

but it would probably drive the elders back

to Frank Sinatra and the future

onto the

Rocks.

Didn't care

as long as I was part of it.

and after your Wolfman piece tonight

I WAS!!

Heh."

Love you Forever Mister _____