First, there was rock ‘n’ roll. And then there was Lester Bangs, a one-man-fan-machine who taught rock ‘n’ roll to give a damn about itself. Consider what you’re about to read a love story between a man and his music.
Photograph by The Husband.
1. The strong sense that you have no idea how to pack your bags and put yourself on a plane to get to the destination of your vacation even though you have been on vacation before:
The Husband: If gangs could, you know, solve mysteries instead of fighting, then everything would be all right! Like the Sharks and the Jets, if they could just solve mysteries as a gang, like a gang of mystery solvers, instead of dancing and stabbing, then the world would be… less full of holes. And therefore less mysterious. But I can’t explain that part yet. (Looks into the distance.) It has something to do with snacks. Snacks as a goal.
History AND philosophy AND a catchy tune from the ’80s?
I know. It’s almost too great.
You read Virginia Woolf. You read Hermann Hesse.
You swim, word-weighted,
through the aqueous shadows
of a late afternoon.
Did you read that thing?
Um…. Yeah. Yeah, it’s kinda like that. Photograph by Courtenay Bluebird.
And when they come home, they say—
I love you, baby.