Ladies and gentlemen, the greatest rock and roll band in the world, I give you the Rolling Stones!

 

Sucking in the Seventies

Some Girls

 

It's May 1980. Me and all of my friends and a bunch of friendly strangers without many clothes have been partying since March. It is the graduation season: sangria in garbage drums, feasts of friend, alive we cried, stoned, immaculate, laid and luded, wasted and poluted...

 

I'm sitting on a bean-bag chair in my friend Scotty's houseboat hitting the bong and drinking wine at 10:00 in the morning. The party never really ended; you just passed out for a while and woke up to start all over again.

 

Yesterday's hangover was dancing in my head so I turned on the radio to confuse its rythym. Scotty groaned from his place beneath the table. He hated the Knack and who the f**K was "My Sharona" anyway? His groan became even more plaintiff when the next song rolled out: Toni Basil's Hey Mickey. I started to feel a little queezy myself.

 

David sat up from his spot on the sofa and whined, "Oh for God's sake gimme me a bong hit and change the station."

 

I loaded a hit for David and handed him the bong and changed the station to find the Rolling Stones Missing You which quickly tamed the unrest caused by Toni Basil's bubble-gum abomination that so grated on hung-over ears.

 

Joey sat up and grabbed the phone and started dialing furiously.

 

He sat patiently and then asked, "Am I caller number seven?", "No shit? I'm Joey White of 230 Dogwood. I'll be right down."

 

Joey hung up the phone and started bouncing around the room, and muttering something about the Stones.

 

Bouncing and muttering was very unpopular given the circumstances so Scotty grabbed him and said, "Dude, settle! What about the Stones?"

 

Joey caught his breath and gathered his composure enough to form a complete sentence. "Dudes- Miss You was K-rock's secret song! I just won six tickets to see the Stones in New Orleans. We're going to see the Stones!"

 

Suddenly six people were bouncing off the walls. The Stones. New Orleans. The Superdome... Holy shit! We're going to see the Stones!

 

...to be continued

 

 

Miss You

 

I've been holding out so long

I've been sleeping all alone

Lord I miss you

I've been hanging on the phone

I've been sleeping all alone

I want to kiss you

 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

 

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep

You've been starring in my dreams

Lord I miss you

I've been waiting in the hall

Been waiting on your call

When the phone rings

It's just some friends of mine that say,

"Hey, what's the matter man?

We're gonna come around at twelve

With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.

We're gonna bring a case of wine

Hey, let's go mess and fool around

You know, like we used to"

 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah

 

Oh everybody waits so long

Oh baby why you wait so long

Won't you come on! Come on!

 

I've been walking Central Park

Singing after dark

People think I'm crazy

I've been stumbling on my feet

Shuffling through the street

Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?"

 

Sometimes I want to say to myself

Sometimes I say

 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh

 

I guess I'm lying to myself

It's just you and no one else

Lord I won't miss you child

You've been blotting out my mind

Fooling on my time

No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah

 

Lord, I miss you child