fuckin' doo wop

god, how i love 2 and half minutes of unadlterated joyous, pop, bubblegum, adolescent, grab a girl and twirl, falsetto, and baritone vocals over a dancey r&b rythym.

the innocence, so much better than our generation's "i wanna fuck you" mantras spewed over the new bastardized version of top 40 radio. as cheesy and trite as he was, sometimes you long for casey kasem.

i can relate to those minor ballads. the new romance, the want to be somebody's someone, that was where it was. the innocence. where did it go? it's more than likely dead, dying, held up by nostalgia buffs and old timers, and summer car shows, back to the whaterver decade festivals in august. what happens when the legends die? what happens? i mean, our kids are going to consider the crap grunge of the 90's oldies. i swear to god if my kid cites nirvana as influencial as say, the beatles, were to me, i'm putting him up for adoption.

i guess i just long for someone on my arm, an overlooking ridge on a city full of lights, a radio dj worshipped... hot dogs, hamburgers, you know... love. life, culture, get a job at the factory and continue thte family name kind of living. i want to be somebody's baby.

modern times got me bummed.