Cherry Vanilla... with scoops for you

Cherry Vanilla... with scoops for you

The three essays below constitute the second installment in a continuing CREEM series designed to bring Cherry Vanilla to the world, for which we may or may not be forgiven. For Cherry -poet, author (the soon-to-be published The First Few Days of A Decade — As Seen Through the Eyes of A Tart) musician, narco conjuress, star of stage and screen, world traveller and confidante of the rich, the famous, the beautiful - has been there wherever, whenever the strange changes were going down in the Sixties. Now she is ready to turn and face those of the Seventies, rather than pack all in and hibernate as so many weaker souls have done, and she is also prepared to draw on her wealth of experience to help guide the children of the new age through the gauntlets that await them. You may not know Cherry yet, but rest assured that she knows you; she has been where you and I are, still lives there (at least in the winter months) and her greatest joy is the symbiotic interaction of electric communication at the highest, most basic level. So slide in, pick it up, feed back and Cherry will return the motion and make it all clear. Think of what you are about to read not as “poetry” or “journalism” but as crytstallizations of time and tide, Truth caught and fixed. And remember: her lines are always open. — Ed.

THOUGHTS ON REVOLUTION, LIBERATION, MASTURBATION, ETC.

Never do with your hands what you could do better with your mouth!

SONDRA’S SONG

(Written to a rock star’s wife)

My boyfriend is a rock star and I trust him with my life He calls me his old lady That’s something like his wife He goes to California two, three times a year I’d like to think he’s loyal but these words my head doth hear:

They may be good at chopping wood and carrying the load They may be great at playing mate but they all mess around on the road

My boyfriend’s name is Michael He’s the singer with the band He also plays piano and he always holds my hand He spends his evenings here except when he’s away I know that he’s my honey but these words my head doth say:

They may be good at chopping wood and carrying the load They may be great at playing mate but they all mess around on the road

So if you’ve got a lover who is often out of town and if his present absence has got your feelings down Well just get into your red dress and stop your being blue Be happy that you got him and these words will get you through:

They may be good at chopping wood and carrying the load They may be great at playing mate but they all mess around on the road

SWEET SANE

Some people they like to go out dancing

But Lou Reed he likes to stay home with me

Some people are into winter prancing

But cold day’s coming ’n’ you know where you’ll find me

So gay

Oh yeah I’m a rock’n’roll star

So gay

And we know that I’m going far

So gay

But here I sit in my bedroom

Too stoned to even play my guitar

So gay

So gay

Yeah I know I should be working

But I’ve got to have this time to feel

So gay

Yeah you say and I’m listening

But who really knows what’s real

So gay.

Yeah I’m gonna paint my face ’cause

There’s really nothing else to do

They think I’m a saddened figure

But I’m waiting for the day just like you

I know I’m a little older now

And I guess you know it too

So gay

So gay

So gay

Some people like to run ’round in circles

And others they think they’ve found the way

Me I like to play in movies and live the life

So gay

So gay

So gay

So gay