You would think that supposed ‘corporate rock’ would have no substance. That it can’t possibly mean anything to anybody. It’s just a group of misguided rockers being taken advantage of by a cabal of heartless music industry executives. It’s a group of rockers taking advantage of us!
You would be wrong. Let me explain.
I used to know this woman. Oh my, she was a funny one…
She backed the car out of the driveway in a rage, stomped on the gas pedal, and made the engine slam into the radiator. I think menopause had something to do with this (the busted motor mount too).
She worried about everybody in the family: their health and well being were never far from her thoughts.
She made incredibly tasty Babka Bread at Easter.
She never could figure out how to use an iPod.
She cried during the happy parts of movies.
She listened to Andre Rioux every time she was stressed out.
She dropped her pants in the back yard one summer because a grasshopper had flown up into one of her pant legs.
She put up with all of that abusively loud music I was always listening to.
She ordered the “Smelt Special” for dinner one night. I just knew she wouldn’t be able to deal with those little fish heads.
She jumped for joy when her cucumber plants burst forth with green…only to discover that old man Flanagan from across the street had tied cucumbers to the stalks with green yarn.
She messed up a fruitcake recipe and ended up with a ‘cake’ hard enough to drive a nail into a board.
She survived breast cancer.
She loved the ocean.
She swore like a truck driver.
She loved her husband of 49 years.
She hated profanity in movies.
She survived skin cancer.
She cried during the sad parts of movies.
She got the most hilarious grin on her face when Boston’s “Longtime” kicked in. She said the song “gullied” her stomach.
She did not survive uterine cancer.
Joanna Saleski, 1929-2008.
I love you mom. I hope I never forget that look on your face. Say “hi” to Brad Delp for me.