Young, Full of Hope, and Surrounded by a Group of Completely Nude Musicians

I gave myself over to rock n roll the same way so many others have: young, full of hope, and surrounded by a group of completely nude musicians. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

It was fall 1985, I was 13 years old. I'd been invited by my best friend Jon Beller to join him and his mom for some wholesome New England-style fun at the Topsfield Fair, a 10-day event held every October about 20 miles north of Boston. The centerpiece of our day was to be an early-evening performance in the makeshift amphitheater by doo-wop legends the Drifters.

It was an easy sell by Jon: “They sing ‘Under the Boardwalk,’ Danny. One of your favorites.”