by Jersey D Gibson

I heard your voice once, long ago...

The day has come in a digital age
where our heroes have come and gone.
Where was that beat that would lead us astray
how did those days go so long?

I remember your face from my first 8-track
I re-bought all your songs on CD.
Waited in line for several hours
just for a chance to meet.

And it seems so long ago
when we were ruled by the radio.
Back in a day when rockstars were rockstars
does anyone know where Sid Vicious has gone?

My walls were adorned with 80's hair bands
and a leather jacket that said 'Motley Crue'.
Stay up late at night watching Headbangers' Ball
My god, where has the MTV of old gone?

My hair was long, I had studs and chains
no one knew that Rob Halford was gay.
A fist in the air was our rebel yell
and word of mouth the original Twitter.

And it seems so long ago
when we were ruled by the music video.
Back in a day when glam was glam
does anyone know where George Michael has gone?

A bootleg tape of a backstage KISS interview
once was seen as a pot of gold.
A smashed guitar was a gift for a lucky pair of hands
you can just buy on it E-Bay now.

Summer days spent waiting for a concert
roughing around so many sweaty fans.
But the days of Woodstock have come and gone
at the mercy of the media mogul.

And it seems so long ago
when we were ruled by the live show.
Back in the day when real was real
does anyone know where Kid Rock has gone?


Author's Note: I was listening to Paramore's "Ain't It Fun" and I remember when they weren't pop. And No Doubt played Ska. And Snoop Dogg was cool. And Ice Cube was black. What happened?

Posted on 07/16/2014
Copyright © 2023 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/16/14 at 12:44 AM

I'm afraid that came after the time when I even thought that I knew what was "in". I did however pick on the concept of "real". Like the "reality" shows that claim a level of reality in their products. In any case nice write!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/16/14 at 04:40 PM

Well done Jersey. It's interesting how each generation has their own band (pardon the pun) of heroes. Glam to you may have been George Michael (yeah whatever happened to him?), but to me Glam was David Bowie, Lou Reed, etc. Every rock star has his or her period in the spotlight and taste of the glory, and some make comebacks, but that initial spark sadly fades over time. On the upside, great music or musicianship never dies, and thanks to technology, we can listen to them whenever we feel the urge. Thanks for stoking this old relic from the 60s and 70s, and giving him a few more minutes on the soap box. Great poem! Rock on dude!!

Posted by A. Paige White on 07/16/14 at 11:06 PM

Wow. This reminds me just how backwards and country I really am. I've been to two concerts in my life. First one was Alabama concert in my twenties and a Nora Jones concert (under the leg - hehehe) in Louisiana in my thirties. Some of those names I didn't recognize but I did know a few, I think I did like George Micheal. First husband was into Jimmy Buffet, John Prine, and other off the wall stuff. Gosh I feel like the gramma I am! Cool poem. Definitely made me think.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/18/14 at 08:08 PM

You introduced me to a lot of names in the pop music. Not music I enjoyed or even liked! I just don't get it! You've written a very lively nostalgic poem to whom many will relate I am sure.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/11/20 at 12:52 AM

Congrats on POTD Jersey. Good to read you again.

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