O my soul
The ricochet guitar playing moving my feet to dance like an unbridled banshee. The wop pop of the drumming on the skins. The fuzzing out effect while he slides in "I can't get a license....but he is dying to see you. Hey I always wanted to have tea and biscuits with Alex Chilton. You know he and I could have one of those cynical chats while I asked him burning questions about his riveting, scuzzed out guitar playing and yes his relationship with Chris beautiful boy Bell. Breathe out the wiggle effect.
I came to the Big Star party by way of a married man who wanted to make me his "September Gurl" Yea no! HE asked me if I knew that song. Then he played it. I said are they from London. He snorkeled (like any in genuine one would do) NO Memphis.
I asked him to leave the building but Big Star still holds my hand. The songs deftly crafted by the one and only Alex Chilton and the silent genius, Chris Bell still rings a swift chime in my ear. I don't have synesthesia but I see primary colors when I hear Big Star.
I can't get a license
Driving my car
But I don't really need it
I'm a big star
Yes you are
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbnekl_rE-8
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