Word: kidding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Taking the Temperature. It is a popular achievement. The modern counterpart of the pool shark is a kid in a hopped-up car, cruising the hamburger joints along New Jersey's U.S. 1 or the Strip in Beverly Hills, looking for a competitor with whom he can drag race for money. For most buyers, however, the appeal is only psychological: few ever utilize the full potential of their machines. The kick they want is a sense of power and a feeling of youthfulness...
That has been Barry Jr.'s way ever since he graduated from Arizona State University in 1962 with a major in business administration and a harvest of wild oats. "He was a bright kid," recalls one professor. "But it would be asking too much of the boy to be a serious student when he had his father's name and those same good looks. And the girls were crazy about...
...shoulders, pause: "Eh . . . there it is." He is confident that wealth will not blunt his outrage. "I'm not convinced yet that I'm even a writer," he says. "But if I am, hopefully, I can be more effective doing that than as one more kid picketing. And remember, the two aren't mutually exclusive...
...Heavy Metal Kid and other famous folk heroes prefer a small shallow frying pan for boiling so you can scrape it clean. Of Course you need your bag, and a belt to tie your arm. Boil it down. Already the smell of no! is in the air, a low hot smell, the dull excitement and fever of being alone with something wrong man, you know this isn't right, but is that right? Like probing your asshole in the bathrub, or like wanting to vomit, wanting to taste it, or like hurting, an animal slowly. Degrade and debase all that...
...sputtering on a slush dirt sidewalk, trying to find his way to a gig at Pepper's; there's Hank Williams, the bad cowboy, but he was sad, too, man. Stoic on the floor, the sad-bad hillbilly. Crazy Dylan flagging down huge trucks on Highway 61, the Automatic Kid, Energy Beam Rocker. He can't catch anything, just hold his collar to his neck and fall back when the wind hits him. Charly Parker smiling, no black revolt for him, it's all very foggy, bip-bop, if you would be so kind as to dig that. But Gerry...