Pyrotechnician. Poem by Martin H Samuel
In 1970, I was the drummer and pyrotechnicianĀ in the south London 5-piece band Heatwave. (You could say I put the 'heat' into 'Heatwave'!)
In 1970, I was the drummer and pyrotechnicianĀ in the south London 5-piece band Heatwave. (You could say I put the 'heat' into 'Heatwave'!)
The Jean Genie played at my first disco, in my first year at university. Thatās where I met the boy from Boggabilla. He liked the way I danced. And I liked the way he liked my dancing.
I couldn't escape the crush (in both senses of the word) the first time I heard it. I was dumped, pulled under and dragged disoriented across the sandy sediment of my adolescent existence. See My Baby Jive was excoriating.
Andy Griffiths Heathmont, 1976 It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon in Heathmont sometime in 1976 when I disappeared down the rabbit hole of Alice Cooperās dark and twisted nightmare. All appearedāon the surface, at leastāto be well with the world.