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Secret High
Pandora connects
familiar sound of pick marching on muted Gibson SG strings
followed by mind blowing
(depending how cranked up the volume)
buh ba da buh ba da buh badubadabadu!
I’m transported to 1980
sixty to seventeen in 1.5 seconds
a kind aunt hands me an obvious,
no-shaking-necessary Christmas gift
based on the large square, super thin shape
It’s an LP record
intrigued by her selection
last year she gave me “Commodores”
featuring “Brick House”
quickly tearing away the wrapping
revealing a “Batman” black cover
Emblazoned in white with “AC/DC Back in Black”
based on my aunts former musical selection
I knew this was a shot in the dark
I immediately felt naughty, rebellious
this was stoner stuff
being raised in a conservative,
Christian home
weaned on primarily Folk Rock
fearing parental censor
I hid the disc
trepidatiously I lowered the needle
Into the first groove
I discovered my new drug
much less deleterious
than those taken by
some of my peers
to this day
when in need of an endorphin rush
I press play, grab a broom,
head bobbing, knees lifted high
marching across the room
shredding to “Let There Be Rock”
my favorite AC/DC tune
I leave the black schoolboy uniform
In the closet
familiar sound of pick marching on muted Gibson SG strings
followed by mind blowing
(depending how cranked up the volume)
buh ba da buh ba da buh badubadabadu!
I’m transported to 1980
sixty to seventeen in 1.5 seconds
a kind aunt hands me an obvious,
no-shaking-necessary Christmas gift
based on the large square, super thin shape
It’s an LP record
intrigued by her selection
last year she gave me “Commodores”
featuring “Brick House”
quickly tearing away the wrapping
revealing a “Batman” black cover
Emblazoned in white with “AC/DC Back in Black”
based on my aunts former musical selection
I knew this was a shot in the dark
I immediately felt naughty, rebellious
this was stoner stuff
being raised in a conservative,
Christian home
weaned on primarily Folk Rock
fearing parental censor
I hid the disc
trepidatiously I lowered the needle
Into the first groove
I discovered my new drug
much less deleterious
than those taken by
some of my peers
to this day
when in need of an endorphin rush
I press play, grab a broom,
head bobbing, knees lifted high
marching across the room
shredding to “Let There Be Rock”
my favorite AC/DC tune
I leave the black schoolboy uniform
In the closet
Published 12th Apr 2023
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NaPo 2023 #11.
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12th Apr 2023 11:01am
Dear GW,
Flicking my Bic (or shining my phone light as the kids do today) AC/DC! Rock out man! Great reflections from the past. Your aunt knew what she was about. I really enjoyed tripping down into the past and the physical touch of an LP. I know there’s a revival of record players and records but most won’t have the appreciation of new vinyl and putting that needle down, and the first song plays…aaaahhhhh. I miss the imperfection of the clicks from the scratches. CD’s won’t ever have that and of course the newer methods of song retrievals- aren’t tangible things you even have to touch. Great write. H🌷
Flicking my Bic (or shining my phone light as the kids do today) AC/DC! Rock out man! Great reflections from the past. Your aunt knew what she was about. I really enjoyed tripping down into the past and the physical touch of an LP. I know there’s a revival of record players and records but most won’t have the appreciation of new vinyl and putting that needle down, and the first song plays…aaaahhhhh. I miss the imperfection of the clicks from the scratches. CD’s won’t ever have that and of course the newer methods of song retrievals- aren’t tangible things you even have to touch. Great write. H🌷
12th Apr 2023 11:14am
Yesss!! 🤘😎 Thank goodness for aunties who broaden our horizons - whether they intend to or not! Rock on.
❤️k
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