I’ve been listening to a lot of doo-wop and rock n’ roll lately. I’ve always loved the songs I grew up listening to on the oldies station, the way it influenced and evolved over the decades. And it always feels as if a certain degree of fun and innocence–and a fair degree of creativity–of craftsmanship and artistry–has been lost or sacrificed as our popular music transitioned from the seemingly innocent innuendo and slang and sappy love poetry to this heavy emphasis on blatant, to-the-point statements and demands for love, attention, and sex.
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She’s a six-string in my hands,
make her sing, make her purr
with a flick of my wrist,
strummin’ and pluckin’,
fingers glidin’ and kissin’
as it’s my lip she’s bitin’
and my name she’s cryin’,
hittin’ and holdin’ the high notes
of my favorite love song tonight.
— My Favorite Love Song. Steve Arviso. 2018.