Jenny said when she was just five years old, there ain’t nuthin’ goin’ down at all.
Not at all. Every time she put on the radio there was nuthin’ happening at all. Not at all. Then one fine morning (actually, it was a Saturday afternoon now that I think about it) she put on New York station and she couldn’t believe what she heard at all.
It was Roscoe and the Hound talkin’ about people she didn’t know or care about,
one sounded high, the other hung over, but that’s not the important part.
When they finally shut up....that’s when she couldn’t believe what she heard at all.
It was Roscoe, singing some old song she’d never heard before (Jumpin’ In the Night, Total Destruction To Your Mind, does it matter?), and that’s when she started shaking’ to that fine, fine music, you know her life was saved by rock’n’roll. Yes, rock’n’roll. It took no computation, to dance to a rock’n’roll station, and it was all right. Yes, it was all right.

with apologies to the Velvet Underground.....
the Hound
Gloam Manner
Chelsea, New York City
Winter, 2004

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