***Out In The 1950s Be-Bop
Night- Josh Breslin Comes Of Age- Kind Of
Scene: Brought to mind by the
black and white family album-style photograph that graced the cover of a golden
age (ouch!) of rock and roll CD glanced at in some cheapo retro record store.
(For the young or the forgetful records were, oh hell, it would be really too
hard to explain why we bothered with such an odd-ball way to listen to our
music, jesus, on 45 RPMs only one song at a time. Look it up on Wikipedia like everything else from
olden times, ah, that is everything before last week.) On this one we are treated to a photograph of
a well-groomed boy and girl, teenagers of course, who else would listen to rock
and roll in the be-bop 1950s night. Every parent, every square parent, and they
were legion, who had any sense at all was banning, confiscating, burning, or
otherwise destroying every record, 45 RPM or long-playing, that came through
the front door with junior and missy. Reason? Said rock ‘n’ roll led to
communistic thoughts, youth tribal hanging together (to the exclusion, no, to
the denials of the existence of, parents), bad teeth, acne, brain-death, or
most dreaded the “s” word, s-x.
But let’s leave the world of
parents and concentrate on the couple in the photo, Josh Breslin, and his date,
his first date, his first date ever, Julie Dubois, who are just now shuffling
the records looking to see if Earth Angel
by the Penguins is in the stack to chase away the awkwardness both are
feeling on this first date. It turns out
that both are crazy about that platter so they are reaching way back in their
respective minds' recesses to come up with every arcane fact they know about
the song, the group, how it was produced, anything to get through that next few
moment until the next dance started.
Now Josh always thought he
was cool, at least cool when he was dealing with his corner boy boys that hung
out in front of Mama’ Pizza Parlor on Main Street up in Olde Saco, that’s up in
Maine. But this girl thing was a lot harder than it looked, once he had exhausted
every possible fact about Earth Angel
and then had to reach way back in the mind’s recesses again when he tried to do
the same for The Clover’s version of Blue
Velvet. No sale, Julie didn’t like that one; she smirked, not dreamy
enough. Then ditto when, Julie, seriously trying to hold up her end went on and
on about Elvis’ Blue Moon cover. No
sale, no way, no dice said Josh to himself and then to Julie since they had
vowed, like some mystical rite of passage passed down from eternal teenager-ness, be candid with each
other. Finally, Julie’s shuffling through the platters produced The Turban’s When You Dance and things got better.
Yes, this was one tough night, one tough first date, first date ever
night.
Maybe the whole thing was
ill-fated from the beginning. Josh’s friend, maybe best friend, at Olde Saco
Junior High, Rene Leblanc, was having his fourteenth birthday party, a party
that his mother, as mothers will, insisted on being a big deal. Big deal being
Rene inviting boys and girls, nice boys and girls, dressed in suits, or a least
jackets and ties (boys), and party dresses (girls) and matched-up (one boy, one
girl). Mrs. Leblanc was clueless that such square get-ups and social
arrangements in the be-bop teen night would “cramp” every rocking boy and girl
that Rene (or Josh) knew. But the hardest part was that Josh, truth, had never
had a boy-girl date and so therefore had no girl to bring to Rene’s party. And
that is where Julie, Rene’s cousin from over in Ocean City, came in. She, as it
turned out, had never had a girl-boy date. And since when Mrs. Leblanc picked
Josh up on party night and then went over to Ocean City for Julie, introduced
them, and there was no love at first sight clang, Josh figured that this was to
be one long, long night.
So the couple, the nervous
couple, nervous now because the end of the stack was being reached when
mercifully Marvin and Johnny’s Cherry Pie came up, both declared thumbs
up, both let out a simultaneous spontaneous laugh. And the reason for that
spontaneous laugh, as they were both eager to explain in order to have no hurt
feelings, was that Josh had asked Julie if she was having a good time and she
said, well, yes just before they hit Cherry
Pie pay-dirt. Just then Rene came over and shouted over the song being
played on the record player, The Moonglow’s Sincerely,
“Why don’t you two dance instead of just standing there looking goofy?” And
they both laughed again, as they hit the dance floor, this time with no
explanations necessary.
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