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| Wird dieser Winter jemals aufhören - Will this winter ever stop 28,5 x 49,5 cm Acryl on wooden board |
ROCK N‘
ROLL
They say
that a woman can be “won”
through displays
of expertise and passion.
Don’t try
to market yourself, they say;
sell a
life-style or an art form instead.
Better, try
to sell both as one, and one as you.
My choice
would be Rock n’ Roll. Only you
can’t explain
R&R. What kind of dialectic—
the kind
that sounds like Pete Townshend
smashing
his guitar against
Keith
Moon’s drum-kit—
what kind
of dialectic is that?
Badly
slurred speech wrapped in a
hangover; little
ash piles of brain cells left behind
the trashed
hotel rooms of a continent.
Confused,
wracked with passion, red-eyed,
unzipped,
crawling across a fire-proof carpet
in some nameless
motel on the edge of Omaha
trying to
make it to the rumor of
a
chlorinated water-hole somewhere between
these
plaster walls and the parking lot. And yet
to this day
the Fair Grounds of Iowa beckon to us. The glory
of back-to-back
dates in Peoria, in Duluth, the “Riot House” in full orgy.
What can
you say about concerts at which some fans wear ear plugs?
