1976 School Magazine
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WIZARD DEDICATION TO A RI Crash! The sound of the cymbals reverberates room. Quickly follows the harsh chord frr guitar, penetrating the mind, blinding thc heavy, thumping, rock and roll echo, echoes in the brains of the faceless danc The slippery floor slowly fills wi writhing, grinding, twisting in time witl blowing music. Lights - flickering on ar and green, changing the dancers'flowil into jerky, puzzling separateness. No o these are all whizz kids of the dance tecl wall flowers - the music is the master i Fluctuating, crooning and roaring, ti the mighty man on stage pulls the sweatin bodies to him. They follow like b, groupies - couplesjoined as one. They r contort and sway, and close their eye ecstasy. Joints flow round smoothly an ously, enveloping all in the same way as Some tip the tinted, holy-glowing bott parched lips, dry from noiseless, worship "All you gotta do is rock and roll" tl from the bass guitar hovers like a sp heated air, the couples break apart. tends towards the shiny, silver papered get high on drugs, booze, each other. Th and-musky odours awaken longings. The group, sweat trickling from thei golden brown bodies, grin at one anott "Fifty each way tonight" and "FIey man this crowd." Swallowing amber liquid them for the next session - refreshing, r ing and bitter-sweet. The pretty girls with long blond hair k antly at the fluorescent stage, the metalli looking instrument. They say "oh!" and when nothing happens, sighs come, th dance these kids, they love to dance. haired, one earringed, heavy boyfriendr lust and longing at the pretty girls - th' for the wearing tearing sound to once aga off the walls, enter their bodies, and thoughts of disgusting, broken homelivr their tortured souls they smoke white p ting the lights, sounds, smells, tastes, tc them from depressing, mind-crushing re Through the smoky, pale blue haze,tl appear to glide to their tools. {Jneart mingle in the backs of minds. Then, a s hot streak of accented discordant sound i by the nfcrophones, multiplied, mag spread to the farest corners of the crazie sane no-bodies on the street. Eatterinl thumping out a melody of nerve-wrenc tingling sound waves. Once more the floor is monopolised b quick steppers. They are gone, for the shines, the birds sing, their bodies are bei they are young and free' saliy J
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