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.
LOVE HER MADLY by THE DOORS. Story by Rijn Collins.
It was, yes, a Jim fanatic who led me to visit the grave. We had parted ways in volatile fashion before my trip. He’d expressed a lifelong desire to visit Jim’s grave. I wasn’t sure whether a casual photo of it would be a peace offering, or a taunt. I was, truth be told, quite fine either way.
BADGE by CREAM. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
I’m reading about an outbreak of laughter, /that broke out at a girl’s school, /ended up involving the whole town,
MOTORCYCLE EMPTINESS by MANIC STREET PREACHERS. Story by Grace La Pace.
The six-minute masterpiece Motorcycle Emptiness truly was a rare opus in my incredibly mundane life.
VOLUNTEERS by JEFFERSON AIRPLANE. Pilgrimage by Jim Landwehr.
If you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the echoes of Grace Slick wailing her backup vocals in her white tasseled top and her funked out hair.
GIMME SHELTER by THE ROLLING STONES. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
It was cold there at the border/I shouted your name, bitter/winds blew strong.
BOOM BOOM by JOHN LEE HOOKER. Story by David Oke.
In viewing the John Lee Hooker guitar I was taken straight back to the many years of joy the Blues Brothers movie had brought me.
RICH KID BLUES by TERRY REID. Poem by Sukie Shinn
Girls boys/ Vibrant noise/ Girls men?/ Not quite Zen/ Finding tribe/ Cool vibe/ Brave sky/ No asking why/ In a pink angora dress.
I AIN’T COMING HOME by SILVERTIDE. Story by Lauren O’Hagan.
He could barely speak English. I could barely speak Italian. But somehow, we communicated with one another, almost playing a silent game.
HARD DRIVIN’ MAN by J.GEILS BAND. Story by Paul Dufficy
I was in my new outfit and if truth be told I looked a bit like Thurston Howell III from Gilligan’s Island. I think most of the girls there thought so too.