'BLOOD OF ROCK'N ROLL'� - PART I
PEARLCOPPER�
Mark Spiewak - PEARLCOPPER
CHAPTER I
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The Beatles were at their peak...And lennon was leaving.
Rolling Stones and The Who were coming back to America to shake the stage little more.
Led Zeppelin won, too.
Millions of dollars were rolling through people's hands and minds.
Thousands of people were dying in Vietnam, and on the streets, and of overdose and of hunger.
Many. Many people were killed; like in Hollywood massacre. Also, many people were
assasinated...JFK...Martin Luther King...Marilyn Monroe...Steve Ray Vaughn...La Bamba master...
Brian of Rolling Stones...John Lennon...Selina...Diane of England...PEARLCOPPER...And many
more missed by public, media or industry.
Jim Morrison of The Doors just left courthouse with his lawyers; leftists and FBI closed the case.
Jimmy packed his bags for his last trip to Paris
When his whore, Pamela, went for another fucky, money and good time to Jimmy's hotel room
in Paris, she found Jimmy dead in bathtub. And to most of it all, she's never going to forget that
happy smile on Jimmy's dead face.
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Athena was rapped...
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The boy walked down to subway station in Mountra.........., sat and waited for a subway, holding
his violin firmly on his lap.
When subway rolled on into the station; the boy looked straight ahead. And at the same time,
before train covered his view ahead of him,� the boy saw� the old woman again. She was sitting
on the bench by ticket window in front of him on the other side of rail section.
The old woman was looking down at the sheet of paper she was holding in her right hand on
her lap.
The boy didn't move. He was silent. The subway left. And the old woman was gone. too.
He stood up in shock. He was looking at the place where old woman was sitting before
the subway rolled on.
He looked around and didn't see her. But over there where the old woman was sitting, there
remained the sheet of paper she was holdinhg in her hand before the subway wipped her out
from his sight.
The boy jumped across the rail and walked toward the bench. He picked the paper, the picture,
in his right hand. And at the same time that the boy looked at the picture, he spitted on it.
It was a picture of Adolf Hitler.
The boy picked the matches from his pocket and...
Kevin dropped the burning picture of Hitler on rail and waited, looking at it, until it totally fire dies.
He spitted on remains of burned Hitler's picture and walked away, carrying violin in his right
hand at his side.
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They left the backstage dressroom, heading toward stage of Madison Square stadium,
New York with white and colorful lights in a packed arena.
They were Rockstars, now; and they were important Rockstars. And they came from poor and
as only children of troubled marriages...And what brought them here?
They came here as necessity...And 'cause they wanted to accomplish it all, like it happens for
Rock'n Roll Royalty, beside money...Big money.
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The massive, granite made head of Lenin just fall down from rest of the statue.
It crashed into pieces at the same time it touched the ground.
Crowd of people, thousands of them, were crying and cheering for its glory of withheld
Communism. To them, all, it was like a pain overwhelmed by victory.
Few months later, Roger Waters, ex-mamber of Pink Floyd, stagged a concert, The Wall in
Berlin, Germany, in memory of victory of faith against Communism.
Sinead O'Connor also was there.
Karen Stew's heart started beating in her mom's belly. John Cornelle's heart just stoppred
pumping 'old' blood. He had a heart attack while taking his first walk ever on the moon.
Long live Rock'n Roll...
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