I was
dreaming the other night about this girl I used know back when she was
skinny and freckled and way too young to chase. Only in my dream she was
10 years older with these giant eyelashes and knee high socks that made
her calves look like church bells. We were holed up in one of them Johnny
Fever radio control rooms with stacks of wax as far as the eye could see
and posters of Cheap Trick, Thunders, Ziggy, Mott, T. Rex, and Alice
Cooper pasted to the wood panelled walls. She was famous in my dream and
this screaming crowd was trying to catch her, trying to get their slimy
hands on her to make Jell-O moulds of her planets of love, no doubt, which
they would then spike with venom and sell to high school kids for $1.50
with the promise of a buzz full o’ mystery and magic. Only this was my
bubblegum princess and there was no way in hell that this crowd of
shoe-gazers was gonna sell her for lies and ruin the movie moment I was
living. So we crawled into this bed in the corner of the control room, my
little demon and me, and fell asleep, the sweet sounds of radio hits –
twinkling ivory, hand claps, sugar riffs, pursed lips, and glittered lids
– taking us home. These are the moments you never want to end. ________________________________________________________
I was
dreaming the other night about this girl I used know back when she was
skinny and freckled and way too young to chase. Only in my dream she was
10 years older with these giant eyelashes and knee high socks that made
her calves look like church bells. We were holed up in one of them Johnny
Fever radio control rooms with stacks of wax as far as the eye could see
and posters of Cheap Trick, Thunders, Ziggy, Mott, T. Rex, and Alice
Cooper pasted to the wood panelled walls. She was famous in my dream and
this screaming crowd was trying to catch her, trying to get their slimy
hands on her to make Jell-O moulds of her planets of love, no doubt, which
they would then spike with venom and sell to high school kids for $1.50
with the promise of a buzz full o’ mystery and magic. Only this was my
bubblegum princess and there was no way in hell that this crowd of
shoe-gazers was gonna sell her for lies and ruin the movie moment I was
living. So we crawled into this bed in the corner of the control room, my
little demon and me, and fell asleep, the sweet sounds of radio hits –
twinkling ivory, hand claps, sugar riffs, pursed lips, and glittered lids
– taking us home. These are the moments you never want to end.