rock-and-roll

Don__ beat yourself up, son. I__ sure there is a culture on this spinning ball of dirt where you can be pretty. If not, do rock __ roll, or practice words. That shit__ pretty as well.

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Shall I tell you what rock and roll is, Johnno, from someone who doesn't perform, but observes? It's restless and rude. It's defiant and daring. It's a fist shaken at age. It's a voice that often screams out questions because the answers are always changing. The very young play it because they're searching for some way to express their anger or joy, their confusion and their dreams. Once in a while, and only once in a while, someone comes along who truly understands, who has the gift to transfer all those needs and emotions into music.

I want to walk inside a Van Gogh sun, and see a better world all different and new.I want to live where there are no shadows, of all those stupid things we both know that we used to do.I want to walk inside a Van Gogh sun, I want to see the world exactly like you do.I want to live where the past doesn__ matter, Whatever it takes I will never give up on you.

But as we all know, rock ___ roll will never die, and education too, as Henry Adams always sez, keeps going on forever.

Jane reminds us that God is in his heaven, the monarch on his throne and the pelvis firmly beneath the ribcage. Apparently rock and roll liberated the pelvis and it hasn't been the same since.

You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.

Groupies will give you Chlamydia, Edward.___ight, Virg. Groupies throw underwear on stage. They don__ throw flowers.

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my lungs, but I__ forgotten about doing anything so basic as breathing.

I had tried marijuana several times, but in the words of my friend and longtime assistant Janet Stark, __hen I smoke pot, it makes me want to hide under the bed with a box of graham crackers and not share.

From this moment on I'd dedicate my life to rock and roll and take as many drugs as possible. What could possibly go wrong?

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

We may be finished with the past but the past is not finished with us.

Aging is scary but fascinating, and great talent morphs in strange and often enlightening ways.

There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.

And a ride in a hearse tells us we__e all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It__ just the body, man. It__ just the body. The soul__ already gone. So don__ be afraid of a dead body absent a soul. It__ empty, man. No resident. What you need to worry about is a living body that__ lost its soul. Now that is scary, man._ - Funk N. Wagnalls, owner of the Grim Reapers auto lot, a character in Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the Blues.

You write what you know, and I know rock and roll.