How many stories start with, “I know a guy…”? I know! But, having said that, I know a guy who knows a guy who knew a guy and that’s how come we’re here. The guy I know got a tape from a guy he knows who told him not to make any copies of it, and that guy got it from the guy he knew who made the tape and gave him a copy, telling him not to make any copies, but that guy made a copy and gave it to my guy, telling him not to make any copies, and he made a copy for me, telling me not to make any copies. And I haven’t until now.
I sort of wish this stuff was already on the internet, so I’m not the guy who got it put there, but my guy says I can use it, so it’s going to be today’s essay and Bob’s yer uncle. I couldn’t find it on the net, and I’m hoping no one cares and I hope I’m not breaking any laws, and it’s been over thirty years… I’m glad he made a copy for me and I hope you’ll be, too.
I talk about rock ‘n’ roll with friends and I write about it here, and of all the permutations that rock has broken up into, what I like most is pure rock ‘n’ roll. No sound effects, no auto-tuning, no large ensembles, no strings, horns or elaborate orchestrations, and no frills. Straight-ahead, balls-to-the-wall, all-out rock ‘n’ roll. Say, as practiced by the early Jerry Lee Lewis.