[New post] It’s April 1965 – You’re A Teenager – You’re In High-School – You Live In L.A. – Your Life Is On Snooze.
gordonskene posted: " No vacation til Summer - haven't been sick since Junior High - too cold for the beach - no dates - no phone calls - no crushes - no secrets. You're a Zombie. The biggest thing to look forward to is passing period. Just study - homework - your " Past Daily: A Sound Archive of News, History, Music
No vacation til Summer - haven't been sick since Junior High - too cold for the beach - no dates - no phone calls - no crushes - no secrets. You're a Zombie. The biggest thing to look forward to is passing period. Just study - homework - your journal - meatloaf - Walter Cronkite.
Your life - your April - not just any April. April and fifteen - April and fifteen and smack in the middle of 1965. You're not alone - all your friends are Zombies - studying - homework and tests. You've been grounded - ever since those really weird people who live next door to you spotted you standing in front of the Hullaballoo when you were supposed to be studying with friends. They told your parents - your parents went nuts. Too young to be hanging out in front of nightclubs - too young to be walking around Sunset Boulevard at night. Too young to be wearing makeup like that. You're on a crash course to getting pregnant and having to drop out of school. Getting pregnant by one of those weirdos with long hair who wear sunglasses in the middle of the night. Or worse; getting a dose of Syphilis - getting a reputation - people staring. How would that look?
Your parents have you pegged. Your parents are strange. Trouble. It's your friends' fault - especially the one with a driver's license. They met her once - said she reeked of cigarettes. Bad influence; her. Not you. Your parents don't like any of your friends. Your friends don't like your parents.
All your friends' parents are like that. They must get together and compare notes. They're like San Quentin.
Just you and your room and your desk and your homework and your radio. Thank god for your radio. If it wasn't for rock n' roll you'd go insane.
It's only April - it's only the 10th grade. An eternity until Summer. Who said life was fun?
Just Dick Biondi - An hour's worth - April 14, 1965. There's hope yet.
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