|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.