1972 found me a guitar plug
away from Jim Dandy and dappled
with light that ignited history.
In Cowtown music swam through the smoke
to listening ears where bodies
drank communion wine full of notes.
Mary Jane passed the peace pipe
through the culture splash of
east and west until unity blossomed.
Breathing fog until memories were locked
I danced with the devil on Saturday nights
where rebellion was rich with words of peace.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
At Real Toads Kerry had us caught up in flashbacks. Mine took me to Kansas City, MO and the Cowtown music theater. It was a standing room only venue that gathered some of the greatest talent available in its three short years. My husband and I met the guys in Black Oak Arkansas and ended up being local roadies whenever they were in the area. Kerry says: Create That Flashback Moment!!