“Are you ready to rock?!!?”
A leaf rustled.
“I said, ‘Are you READY to ROCK??!!!??!’”
Fireworks exploded around the D.J.’s speakers and, at last, the crowd did, too.
It was one of the famous summer bashes at Good Times Rock `n Roll Diner. The setup was behind the building to accommodate the customers/music connoisseurs who came to experience good ol’ music, nostalgia, and an extra 10% off all eat-in items.
The boogie-woogieing and the doo-wopping, the shakin’ and the shimmyin’, the twistin’ and the shoutin’ – all were happening that night as they had happened decades before, in that innocent era of the Devil’s music. Ah, the memories of 10¢ soda, 25¢ movies, stickball in the street, Mama always in the kitchen, Papa always at work, beatings by teacher, segregation. Good times had by all.
In hour 5 of the night’s festivities, an impromptu dance competition became heated when two couples attempted to out-hand jive each other. They were taken away in stretchers, trembling all over in time to the music.
One listener complained that the purity of the experience was diluted by the fact that the original vinyl recordings had been reproduced on compact discs. The D.J. turned up the volume in response, with the rest silently agreeing that the sound quality was a bit improved on the new format.
At one point, an old timey car arrived on the scene: it was held together by duct tape, and a lawn mower was its engine. The driver was dressed in the trappings of the periods; that is to say, a mix of the 50s, 60s, 70s, and even the 80s, when it all went horribly wrong. He had a mullet, sunglasses, a sparkly shirt, a leather jacket, bell-bottoms, and disco boots, and he carried a boom box. Once he saw where he was, he hopped back into his cute car and sped off to the costume party where he belonged.
The trip down memory lane had finally reached a dead end as the sun began to rise for the new day. The D.J. finished out the set with a tearjerker, leaving the three surviving listeners sobbing for their lost childhoods as he collapsed across his control board. Reliving the past takes a lot out of your soul, and he would have to do this all over again next week.