Are you ready, Steve?
One day, I want to play in a band. It only need to be once. But I want to be the guy with the microphone. And there must be a guy in the band whose name is “Steve”. See, I want to call over my shoulder: “Are you ready, Steve?”
In the seventies my brother had an LP (for the X-generation: a Long Player, a vinyl, a record; that funny round black thing that you put a needle on and turn it around and then it makes music, OK?). On this LP there was this song that started like that. I can’t remember the song, really, only the intro. But it fascinated me. The leader of the band calls over his shoulder to Steve. But Steve does not talk. He just goes crazy with a drum roll. And then the next thing, you had the music. Cool, man.
It’s one of those iconic moments for me. You know, similar to where Clint Eastwood says: “Do it, make my day,” in the movie Sudden Impact. Or Clark Gable’s “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” in Gone with the Wind. I’ve always been looking for a good opportunity to use these two phrases, but I’m rather careful how to use it, you know what I’m saying.
Anyway, back to Steve. I was too young to know who the band was. But bro’ Johnie is 5 years older and a bit of a music nut. It was The Sweet’s Ballroom Blitz, he advises.
It’s been a while since I’ve heard ol’ Steve. Time for a bit of fresh inspiration, methinks.
PGJ