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Harmonic Revenge
Why don’t you play some real music?
That’s what daddy used to say
Now I’ve finally got the chance
To sing the blues my way
The poor guy never tried to grasp
A twelve-bar rock arrangement
And I condemned his forties brass
With musical estrangement
Back then I was young and hasty
“Keep your dance hall saints!”
Armstrong bored me just like Basie
Hendrix peeled the paint
When Miller, Buddy and the Count
Gave dad a swinging sermon
Burdon, Jagger and the Floyd
Were on the table turnin’
Dorsey, Goodman, Mister Duke
Were all he ever knew
I played Lennon, Clapton, Joel
Until the speakers blew
For thirty years that boomer rock
Monopolized the stations
Then I heard the Chilli Pepper’s
Music molestation
Somewhere fire smouldering
Had jumped my generation
Seattle grunge became the thing
With market penetration
I waited out the disco bit
And Boy George, who was hurtin’
Clinging to the sixties hits
Well past the final curtain
Compression rap with attitude
Is more that I can bear
I hear the old man laughing now
I guess that’s only fair
[Nov 20, 2006]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison