Tales of Rock – The Theory of the 13-year Rock vs. Pop cycle – 1990 to 2002 – Part 4

Cycle 4

The first indication of rock’s next rebirth came on March 20, 1990, when there was a riot at a Depeche Mode autograph session in Los Angeles. No one expected that many people to show up to see a band that had been a solid cult act at best for most of their career.

That riot came 13 years and 10 days after the Sex Pistols’ infamous Buckingham Palace stunt, 26 years and one month after the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan and 39 years after “Rocket 88” came out.

The Depeche Mode Riot was the start of the era of the Alternative Nation of the 90s. The next six years were once again incredibly fertile: Manchester, grunge, industrial, Goth, Lollapalooza, Britpop, hip-hop. Rock’n’roll was resurrected, this time in the image of Generation X.

The peak came shortly before Kurt Cobain’s suicide in April 1994. But then things quickly went off the rails. Metallica hijacked Lollapalooza in 1996. The Smashing Pumpkins melted down in a haze of drugs and death. Nu-metal’s polarizing sound tore the scene in half. And then came grunge derivatives like Creed to put the final nails in the coffin.

Meanwhile, a period of solid economic growth and the seeming end of the Cold War led to a rise in public optimism. Meanwhile, Generation Y began to come of age musically and all they wanted to do was dance to the Spice Girls, ‘N Sync and the Backstreet Boys. Rock limped through the rest of the 20th century.

Again, there were exceptions — the Red Hot Chili Peppers and U2 come to mind — but the era 1999–2002 was all about boy bands and pop tarts.

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

Racquel Writes! – Sunshine Blogger Award

via Sunshine Blogger Award





Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Facebook: phicklephilly          Instagram@phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly

Happy 4/20 – Everything You Need to Know About Legal Weed in Pennsylvania

Africa Studio/Shutterstock.com
prescription weed
growing pot



Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Instagram: @phicklephilly      Facebook: phicklephilly   Twitter: @phicklephilly

The Beach House – Chapter 8

I awoke later with a stiff neck. Sleeping in a chair has a penalty for those in their thirties. Mia was gone. I wasn’t surprised at first. She had been getting more animated as the hours wore on. Then I remembered Bob’s comments about old habits, and I got a bit scared. I searched the bathroom and the other bedrooms on the way down the hall. I picked up my pace and didn’t slow down until I saw her sitting on a stool in the kitchen. She had her back to me, looking up at a cabinet full of SpaghettiOs. Embarrassment creep into my bones.

“Ahh, that’s kind of a little obsession of mine.” I scratched my head trying to figure a way to explain my childish tastes. She didn’t move or respond. Something wasn’t right. I walked carefully around the counter, my concern was rising. As I got close, she turned to me. There were tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Adrian loved those. Sometimes, it was the only thing I could get him to eat.” I could see the pain in her eyes. I didn’t understand the context, but I knew it hurt bad. I pulled her to my shoulder and closed the cabinet.

“I’ll get rid of them.” I didn’t care if I ever ate another can. “I’m so sorry you saw them.” I didn’t know what else to say. I had no idea why they triggered so much pain.

She pulled away from my shoulder. “No, you’ll keep them right there.” Her crying had stopped, and the tears were smeared by my shirt. “They are good memories: Adrian coming home from school, the kisses and hugs.” She was tearing up again. “I tried to get him to eat better, but he loved that crap.” She was blubbering, half laughing, and half crying. I saw more pain, and I had no way to take it away. I asked the obvious question, the one I really didn’t want an answer to, but I knew she had to answer for me.

“Adrian is your son?” I gave it present tense, hoping I was wrong, but knowing where this type of pain comes from. I felt it when my Grandma died. She dropped her head back to my shoulder.

“Was.” She said quietly. “One minute, life was great, and the next, there was a cop at the door.” She was crying and holding me tighter. “One fucking accident, and my whole family was gone.” Even though I knew it was coming, I wasn’t prepared. I felt my Grandma’s death all over again as Mia dredged up the memories of her loss. I think I knew where the “get the fuck out of here!” came from. God help us, we were two sorry fucked-up individuals.

I led her to the couch in the living room, and we sat. I wiped the tears from my eyes and prepared to listen. “Tell me about Adrian.” I knew I had to know for her sake. He had to live again, if just for a moment in this room.

I listened for over an hour as she told me about Adrian and his father Carlos: their lives and their dreams. Adrian was obviously in line to be the next President of these United States. She was married for eleven years before the accident. Adrian was ten at the time. I noticed the color coming back to her face as she went on about Adrian’s exploits. I heard how he broke his arm climbing a tree and how he won a book contest, how he had drawings all over the house, and when he drew on the house when he was three. I envied Carlos those eleven years. She looked so alive reliving them. I could only imagine the amount of love in that household. When she was done, she sighed.

“I’m so sorry you lost them.” It was a useless statement, but I couldn’t just keep staring at her. She scooted over to me and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her.

“I can’t even remember if I told them that I loved them that morning. It really bothers me that I can’t remember that.” She wasn’t crying or blubbering anymore. It was just a pain that wouldn’t go away.

“Even if you didn’t (which I doubt) they knew it.” If her description was even half way true, they wouldn’t have had any doubts.”It didn’t sound like your family was lacking in the love department.” I absently stroked her hair. I really like playing with her hair. It seemed so natural to be running my fingers through it. Her timing was a bit bad, but she said what I had already figured out.

“Heroin lets me forget them.” I was a little surprised that she didn’t use past tense. “I shoot up, and it all goes away.” She fluttered her hand in the air. I didn’t comment on her verb tense. I was hoping it was just a slip and not a Freudian one.

“You’ve got some of your color back.” I smiled. “What do you say to something to eat?” I wanted to get off the subject of heroin, at least for one more day. She sat up.

“Dale, you haven’t eaten either.” She had a concerned look on her face. “We’ve got to get something into you, too.” She stood and headed to the kitchen with determination. I followed happily. She seemed to be getting better by the moment.

We finally cooked the pancakes. I had syrup on mine, and she shied away from the sugar. Dry pancakes and water seemed to suit her stomach. We talked about nothing special as we cooked and ate. It was as if she had lived here her whole life. We decided to spend part of the afternoon down on the beach. The summer sun was shining, and we had been cooped up inside too long. I carried down one of the pool loungers so no one would have to sit on the sand. We shared the dumb umbrella.

She was still in my robe. We would have to do something about that. I didn’t even know where she lived. We lay listening to the waves. I tried not to stare as she exposed her legs to the warm air. They had a wisp of stubble but looked soft nonetheless. She probably also needed toiletries. In my mind, I was filling closets and bathrooms, and I realized I had her moving in. I knew I was moving too fast, but the thought was very pleasant.

“I don’t want to use again, you know.” It came out of nowhere. I was a little surprised that she was thinking about it.

“What?” It was a place holder. I didn’t have time to think, but I felt she wanted me to respond.

“I know I said it wrong. It just came out that way.” She lifted her head up and looked at me. “I can remember forgetting, and it was nice. I don’t want to do it again though.” She was still tempted, and it brought fear that I felt in my stomach.

“Then move in here.” It was the only thing I could think of. I had to keep her away from her old life. “I won’t let you use again.”

“You’d live with a junky?” She looked back to the ocean. I could almost feel her shame.

“You and all your sins are welcome. You’ll just have to pile them on top of mine.” I guess it was the right thing to say. She got up and cuddled into my lounger. She folded her hand around my neck and pulled me to her lips. They were soft and warm and tasted of dry pancakes. I prayed mine tasted like syrup. I hadn’t showered or slept in over a day. She didn’t seem concerned, so I let it drop from my mind and just enjoyed the sweetest lips in the world. It was much better than the waves. I knew at that exact moment that I loved her. The world would tell me it was too soon, insane, or just lust. For once in my life, I truly didn’t care what the world thought.

“I assume that was a yes,” I said, smiling like a five-year-old at Christmas.

“This is insane! We hardly even know each other.” She was holding both sides of my head and looking into my eyes. “This could go so wrong.”

“Letting you leave could only be worse.” I pushed her hair back behind her ear. Even though they were still a bit bloodshot, I found her eyes very pretty. “Stay with me.” I asked again.

“Yes.” She kissed me again, then laid her head on my shoulder. “I really love it out here.” We listened to the waves for a few minutes. But two unshowered people on the same lounger in the summer heat was a bit much. Mia stood up with a smile, grabbed my hand, and said, “Come swimming with me.” Her energy was returning with her color. I let her pull me out of the chair, and we headed back to the pool.

“I don’t think I have a suit for you.” I said stupidly. She smirked at my ignorance.

“Then you can’t wear one either.” I had slowed down a bit. For some reason, I felt my naked body might be a disappointment to her. The sun was still bright in the sky. My fantasies with her had always involved darkness and sheets on a bed. She sensed my hesitation and turned to face me. She grabbed my other hand and gently pulled me while walking backwards herself. She was wearing a mischievous smile. When we reached the pool patio she let go of my hands and slowly dropped the robe to the stones below. I had seen her naked while crying, sweating, and freezing. I had seen her naked in pain I wouldn’t wish on an enemy. I had never seen her naked with eyes that matched her heavenly smile.


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Instagram: @phicklephilly      Facebook: phicklephilly   Twitter: @phicklephilly

A Unique Gift – Chapter 15



Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Instagram: @phicklephilly      Facebook: phicklephilly   Twitter: @phicklephilly

California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 – Chapter 12 – San Diego, Ca – The Zoo

The next morning we get up and head to the Zoo. It’s a beautiful day and perfect for what we’re about to do. Parts of San Diego really are beautiful.

The zoo is amazing. I’m from Philly where we have the oldest zoo in the country, but this place is expansive and gorgeous. They have a great collections of reptiles and primates and I’m loving that. They even have moving sidewalks! Whaat?? It’s 1982! Have we been transported to the future?

We even see Shari Lewis they’re performing with Lambchop! (Google her youngsters!)

The San Diego Zoo is a zoo in Balboa Park, San Diego, California, housing over 3,700 animals of more than 650 species and subspecies.[1] Its parent organization, San Diego Zoo Global, is one of the largest[better source needed] zoological membership associations in the world, with more than 250,000 member households and 130,000 child memberships, representing more than a half million people.[6] The San Diego Zoo was a pioneer in the concept of open-air, cageless exhibits that re-create natural animal habitats.[7] It is one of the few zoos in the world that houses and successfully breeds the giant panda.[8] In 2013, the zoo added a new Koalafornia Adventure exhibit, providing an updated Australian animal experience. Another new exhibit, called Africa Rocks, opened in 2017.

It is privately moderated by the nonprofit Zoological Society of San Diego on 100 acres (40 ha) of Balboa Park leased from the City of San Diego, and ownership of all animals, equipment and other assets rests with the City of San Diego. The San Diego Zoo is an accredited member of the Association of Zoos and Aquariums (AZA) and the American Alliance of Museums (AAM), and a member of the Zoological Association of America (ZAA) and the World Association of Zoos and Aquariums (WAZA). San Diego Zoo Global also operates the San Diego Zoo Safari Park and the San Diego Zoo Institute for Conservation Research.

We’re walking around the zoo, and it’s the best zoo I’ve ever been to. A great time was being had by both of us but I think we’re already thinking the same thing.

“Frank, I gotta ask you something.:

“What’s up?”

“We’ve been here for a couple of days and this just doesn’t feel like the way I pictured it. It’s nice, and the zoo was fun, but I’m just not feeling it. I think I needed to land someplace mellow on the west coast just to feel it. I heard it was mellow and I was scared. I think we belong somewhere else out here. ”

“What do you want to do, mate?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here tomorrow and go to L.A.”

“Alright then. Yea. This town seems kip.”


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Instagram: @phicklephilly                                 Facebook: phicklephilly

Tales of Rock – Special Report – Ronnie James Dio Hologram Concert is Coming to the Keswick Theatre




Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Instagram: @phicklephilly        Facebook: phicklephilly