Phil Everly 1939 - 2014
Summer of '58 - the Everly Brothers, a friend's back porch, his
older sister's little 45RPM machine. 13 years old and I know about
those dreams, the world on the horizon, just out of reach almost too
much to hope for and just aching not to be just a boy any more. Tail
fins and chrome bumpers like big breasts on two tone cars and Little
Suzie in the back seat. Drive in movies and hot dogs and big Schwinn
bicycles with springer forks and how I wished it was an Indian.
before I had rigged mom's Motorola 5 tube, battery radio to take
earphones. WJJD in Chicago and when she took it back, those batteries were expensive, I built a
germanium diode radio with a one transistor PNP audio amp and a wire out the
window and Rock & Roll under the blankets late at night like a new
283 cubic inch, fuel injected V8 world coming to replace the old one.
Fuelie Chevy, Duntov cam - three speed trans. Everly Brothers on a
Summer night. All I have to do is dream.
Good night Phil, good night
We gotta go home.