History of Rock

End of part one
From the sex pistols to
The clash
Strip between no sound and
Static static stoic
And up the voice
From London
What’s it got
To do with the audience?

Whot went wrong with music?
The promoters got promoted
Eight bars at a time
Drink it up, mate...
White riot am fm am
Searched by policemen
Turn out your tongue
Part two is you

Everything’s
Ok in the UK

Geogie Fame to Oasis...I think the promoters missed the point completely.

Good read, Peter.


Les

Aiy, Les.

Thanks for dropping by.

Peter

Gunna listen to some Thelonius Monk and John Coltrane today.

Check this out.

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Basically, you guys are the Punk rockers, we just gift wrapped it all. Not sure I saw that in your poem Peter, but maybe I did.

I found it funny an old poet like you referencing the pistols and the clash...

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camus,

My girl friend is really the one into Punk for the last few decades, so I was just trolling, and Yes I know, I know, stand in the shadow, ole man, and be quiet.

Thought you'd spot this, since I sorta wrote it for you,

avanti,

Peter

Peter, this is a fun one.

I am not sure if it is obvious from my writing, but to me poetry and music are almost the same, and therefore I tend to read poems as if they were songs. I tried to read this one like a rock song. Not sure if this was your intention, but it works well this way.

Also, check the first word of the second stanza. Although, maybe it is a rock reference I am too young to know.

Cheers

Aaron,

I was just sounding British in me mind as I was listening to an old Sex Pistols video when I wrote it. A bit of affectation, nothing more. Cadence, breath and movement make their ways into my head often when I'm working a poem through. That day, I was listening to a diva from the opera, Johnny rotten, and some John Coltrane...so it might not all be rock.

Thanks for reading carefully,

Peter

ARTIST: Neil Young
TITLE: My My, Hey Hey

My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out than to fade away
My my, hey hey

Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can never come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black

The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my

Saw the dude at Glastonbury last week, fucking amazing....