DENIS by BLONDIE. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
I sat before the drum kit and just marveled, before playing along to my Blondie 7-inch single Denis as loud as my record player could go.
I sat before the drum kit and just marveled, before playing along to my Blondie 7-inch single Denis as loud as my record player could go.
Arming myself with a tennis racquet, I tiptoed along the hallway and into the kitchen to confront the intruders.
I realised the lounge room had become quiet, like a courtroom waiting for a verdict. As the questions continued the crowd in the room began to swell.
The Fender Stratocaster guitar sat propped up vertical on a barstool at waist height, like a ventriloquist’s dummy, the strings facing the audience.
In a world of neon signs and endless advertising angles this was the most uplifting piece of graffiti I've read in a long time.
A tall menacing figure quietly entered the room. “I told you to leave the girls alone.”
It was one of the few gigs I have ever played where all the bands on the bill supported each other with real verve during each of the performances.