What better way to celebrate America’s 250th anniversary then complaining about how capitalism ruined rock n roll. That and setting off illegal fireworks of course.
I’ll be in my beloved City of Roses (Portland, OR) celebrating my 43rd birthday with some dear friends and some metal bands. I hope you can find some connection on this fateful day in a country that is as beautiful as it is broken.
Enjoy this poem which was a local favorite back in my poetry reading days!
I.
Rock n Roll is dead because nobody stopped Disney Land or Coca Cola.
Rock n Roll is dead because when the levees broke all the last great blues gods went straight to heaven.
Rock n Roll is dead because everyone is micro chipped and plugged into a screen.
Rock n Roll is dead because people stopped dancing. They were too self-interested to do much else then nod their Joan Jett hair and tap their engineer boots.
Rock n Roll is dead because too many men wanted to be rock stars, and have underage groupies suck their dicks, and have their promoters jerk them off till they’re staring glossy eyed at their next fix, and writing songs about girls, riding in fast cars, and how fucking cool it is to be a rock star.
Rock n Roll is dead to the masses, cause the masses got Bud Light, HDTV, World of War craft, cell phones, fast cars, Clear Channel, Hollywood, and the emptiness of one lost generation.
Put me in a time capsule back to 1969 and I would never even look back.
II.
Rock n Roll lives in some kids basement, who just heard “Castles Made of Sand” on his daddy’s stereo and he is starting to cry.
Somewhere in a trailer park in the middle of the desert a prepubescent girl is hearing Patti Smith’s “Rock n Roll Nigger,” and she feels strong for the very first time in her life.
Rock n Roll is dead unless you read between the lines.
Unless you pay attention to the people playing on the streets, or wander into some dimly lit bar or tune into a college radio station after midnight. You might catch a glimpse of yesterday, a memory of why your parents questioned authority, or how your grandparents met and fell in love.
It’s still there, and you’ll know when you find it, because it will feed your soul, it will keep you up year after year, like a first love, or a shooting star that never dies.
That’s Rock n Roll, not this commercialized garbage the kids are listening to today.
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Borderland Delia-Ann
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