It was late on Saturday morning. The sound on the TV was off, and the radio was quietly blaring "Janitor" by the Suburban Lawns. I was lazily looking through a stack of albums, when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced around the room, and saw that no one was there.
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It was late on Saturday morning. The sound on the TV was off, and the radio was quietly blaring "Janitor" by the Suburban Lawns.
I was lazily looking through a stack of albums, when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced around the room, and saw that no one was there. So I answered the door. It was my brother's friend, Bill.
"Is John here?" he asked.
I asked him in and yelled for my brother. I returned to my albums. Just as I selected a Nina Hagen album, Bill said: "That's the ugliest chick I've ever seen in my life."
"Huh," I said, looking up at him.
He pointed at the TV.
"THAT'S NOT A CHICK," I laughed. "THAT'S GEDDY LEE!"
A Punk In Surfland
Huntington Beach, CA
P.S. Now will you cut your hair, Geddy?
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