And to make it even better, these were girls saying it. Somebody, finally, was saying what it was like to be a teenager in the 1970s. But the memory of that visceral blast - the excited feeling that a genuinely teenage expression was coming through the music and lyrics - has not faded one bit. I put the needle down on the album's first track, "Cherry Bomb," and inside of a minute I was jumping around yelling, "Rock is saved!"Īlmost a generation later, I admit that it's funny to think that I once thought rock 'n' roll needed saving or that I cared so much whether it got saved or not. I was alone in the house, in my parents' living room. But I vividly remember the first time I heard the Runaways.
I don't remember the first time I ever heard the Rolling Stones, the Who or Led Zeppelin.
0 kommentar(er)
