It's Good for Your Body, It's Good For Soul

Ladies and gentlemen,The golden age of rock and roll....

Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy.

Screaming for the face at the window.

Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies,
Fighting for a place in the front row.

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(its good for your body, its good for your soul)

Ohhh, ohhh, lets go!(its the golden age of rock and roll).

Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz,

Guitars getting higher and higher.

The dude in the paint thinks hes gonna faint,

Stoke more coke on the fire.

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).

The golden age of rock and roll will never die,

As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry.

Dont wanna smash - want a smash sensation,

Dont wanna wreck; just recreation,
Dont wanna fight - but if you turn us down

Were gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound.

The shows gotta move, everybody groove

There aint no trouble on the streets now.

So if the going gets rough,Dont you blame us

You ninety-six decible freaks

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(its good for body, its good for your soul)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its good for body, its good for your soul)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its good for body, its good for your soul)

Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).

That's all...

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Music saved my soul, I have no doubt. Off to the Losers Lounge show at Joe's Pub after a fantastic afternoon of bicycling to the GW Bridge and back down to the Brooklyn Bridge and finished with a spin through Central Park. Life is good.

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All the Way From Memphis

Yeah its a mighty long way,
down rock and roll,
As your name gets hot,
so your heart grows cold,
and you gotta stay young man,
you can never be old,
All the way from Memphis

Ian Hunter & Jimmy Mastro rocking on the Hudson at sunset with Tom Otterness mischievous sculptures surrounding you. NYC June bliss.


Ian tore it up in Rockefeller Park last night and his new tunes are solid. My friend, Anne & I roamed the park, explored the naughty Otterness treats and planted ourselves right behind Ian and Jimmy. As close as we were to Ian at the Village Underground six years ago. We sang along on the top of our lungs. Ian played everything with heart and joy. I want to be Ian when I'm 70, doing something I love, and giving it away everyday. Jimmy's guitar playing led my spirit back to Earl Slick & Steve Hunter. Went right through me.

Ian Hunter, Eddie Skuller, Jimmy Mastro, Ed Rogers & Amanda Thorpe, five artists that keep my pilot flying right.