What can YOU say in six sentences?
Vision of a time before he was born: His father (or some other kid like his father) up past his bedtime, cross-legged on a narrow bed, radio turned down low, or maybe with one of those flesh-colored mono earpieces jacked into his cauliflower ear beneath a buzz cut. His grandparents disapproving of his father listening to what they referred to as the "colored" station.
DJs in a dim studio spinning 45s and talking jive, the air thick with cigarette smoke, impenetrable as patois, riding the airwaves out into that fabled sultry American night, boppin' hep cats throwing dozens, gibberish interpretable only to those in the know.
Bobby socks & roller skates & furtive backseat grapplings at the drive-in, water cannons & tapped phones & shakedowns & copious amounts of Valium, a great disruption just over the horizon, napalm & LSD & a failed uprising that would set the stage for preppies & Reagan & misbegotten nostalgia for a fey innocence we were dying to lose.
But for tonight lean in close to your radio, snap your fingers and try to memorize Horsefly's mush-mouth shoutin'. Take heart in the knowledge that there will never come a time when this doesn't sound just like rock 'n' roll.