LOVERBOY: BECAUSE THEY’RE THERE
What you mean "we," kemosabe?
Part 1: Testing
"Test. test. test...testing 1-2-3-4-test... testes, testes ...hog bolls!"
We're at the CREEM office on a typical afternoon, performing sophisticated tests on the little, teeny tape recorder of possible Sears derivation that we'll be needing to capture every syllable of today's interviewee, Paul Dean of Loverboy. Turns out the little machine is good for capturing lotsa stuff, like every sound In the room magnified to carbomb proportions. "OK, Paul," sneers the emboldened Cubthroat, "this letter comes from Kansas City. It says, 'Loverboy's material sounds fresher every time I hear it.' What d'ya think?"
What you mean "we," kemosabe? Well, you know, we being us: Editorial Assistant Kim Green (since deposed)—the brains of the operation—and overaged Cub Reporter Rick J.
While it's true that this particular Cub Reporter has been "around" awhile, he's been off the interview beat longer than many young crydicks have been on anything, except drugs.