It feels good
to open the valves
on the AC-30
in the stripper's basement
where four knives are mic-ed
and cut sheet metal circles
out of the ride cymbal ripple.
We've got twenty five years
of quarter inch Belden cable.
We have thousands of minutes
of meetings
with Les Paul
and his Celestion Greenback Speakers
logged in the books.
We've got Nixon nailing a split,
electroshock hospital jingles,
The Golden Age of Larry King,
Fender precision,
Herschel Walker's multiple personality disorder,
I-Formation, fullback offset weak side
and sixteen tracks.
Down in the basement
out of your earshot
playing loud rock and roll
and rock and roll and rock and roll
over
is a knockout baby.
It took years
to find the craft in our hands
and the ring in our heads
to know a good thing right.
Sorry people,
this next one is just for the band
and this next one,
and this next one,
and this next one.
2 comments:
Good poetry and ramblings.
Thanks. We like rambling. It's so rambleful!
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