Saturday, August 05, 2006
Too good to be true
Dear Marc, I fished up a sleeve from the bag. Ramones MANIA, a great yellow compilation. The memories come back, hard, my feet start tapping. This used to be my workout album. I skipped rope to Beat on the brat and Blietzkrieg Bop. I jumped mysyelf silly to The KKK took my baby away and Rock 'n ' Roll High School. I did pushups to Howling at the moon. And then a nice little set of crunches to Needles and Pins, that fine, fine love song. Some people miss out on the romantic side of Ramones. I was never one of them.
Just take this line from 7-11 (not from Mania):
She was standing by the Space Invaders So i said can I see you later
She's busy playing, and like a gentleman, he respects that. She makes an impression, he waits her out. They find extraordinary love in 7-11, the most ordinary of ordinary places. Then she dies and he mourns her, forever. It's almost Shakespearian.
When I was 16, I was moody and blue like other teenagers, but my room was always a comfort to come back to. My room was a fun fest. I had a drum set in one corner, a trampoline in the other and on my table I had a big, nice knitting machine.
That was my room. If I saw that room in a teen movie I wouldn't have believed it.
I'm letting Vanja have a pre-taste of room magic.
Tomorrow, a different record.