Our apartment was so small that mother made me play in the oven.
Late at night I would listen to the voices of the American masters.
Tony Tennille
Debby Boone
Anne Murray who was
actually a Canadian working in the American idiom.
And then there were the crypto-homo rockers.
Lou Reed
Iggy Pop
David Bowie who was
actually an idiom working in America.
And Canada.
These artists, they left as deep an impression on me as that oven rack did on my face. To be an American in muskrat love, soft as an easy chair not even the chair,
I am I said, have I never been mellow?
And the colored girls sing... doo do doo do doo do doo...
but never with the melody. How could I do it better than Tony or Lou... Hey boy.
Take a walk on the wild side.