Book spine poem time! I was at my dad’s house yesterday, so, naturally…
They All Sang On the Corner
They all sang on the corner, unsung heroes of
rock ‘n’ roll
Play back the prestige label:
Rhythm and the blues,
Chicago soul,
Intimate nights off the record…
—Zen essence (the science of freedom):
Chicago breakdown, the great
Roob revolution—
The death
of rhythm & blues.
Note: The Roob book is indeed the “The Great Roob Revolution” beneath it’s easy-to-read-on-a-dark-shelf sticker, so I opted for the original title because why not?