Friday, July 18, 2014
Location
Granada, or Only Asbury Park?
“What’s so bad about Asbury Park? Look around!”
“Well, it ain’t Granada. That’s the point of the song.”
“Fuck Granada! You got your Mitzi and the kids
screaming in the water. My Nell strumming
Soft Rock. THIS is my heaven on earth!...and
with my chicken, you’ll get the final dose.”
“You got a point. From the smell I’m ready to
eat it, foil and all!”
“Like, so much better than some Spanish bean thing
make you fart all night.”
“You know some Spanish chords, Nell?”
“Nah, just these.”
“She’s a Rock Princess!”
Labels: Asbury Park, class, Granada, picnic, resort, rock n' roll, swimming
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Aeroplanes they never thrilled her
Barbette rocked with
one suicidal lover
after another. Her
father tried breathing
again when she turned
celibate Goth.
“Looks like shit but
who gives a fuck?”
Labels: daughter, father, Goth, rock n' roll, suicidal, youthful experimentation
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
It’s too late now to come
weeping on my shoulder
Oh I don’t know:
Damp Act being
rather timeless.
Like betrayal of
rock n’ roll love.
Or World Cup
dives in soccer.
weeping on my shoulder
Oh I don’t know:
Damp Act being
rather timeless.
Like betrayal of
rock n’ roll love.
Or World Cup
dives in soccer.
Labels: betrayal.diving, football, love, rock n' roll, soccer, World Cup
