My brother called me this morning. He sounded serious.
He started, "Lori" (his wife) "and I had very long debate this morning."
"Really?" I asked. I was sort of worried. My family has been going through some tough times lately. Hatfield and McCoy type shit, only we're the hyphenated version. Same-same.
"What were you talking about?" I asked, uneasy at his answer.
"We were arguing whether a city could actually be built on rock n' roll. Lori says no."
"Ummmmm. I think she's wrong!" I said.
" I KNOW!" He explained, "We could live in speakers. Cars can roll around on drums. There can be keyboard-boats. Xylophones and glockenspiels will be the roads and sidewalks."
"Xylophones and glockenspiels aren't very rock n' roll."
"Oh, whatever. They can rock."
"I suppose. I can see YES or Floyd employing them. Besides, the argument is moot, really. Starship already Built a City on Rock n' Roll. Doesn't Lori realize that?"
"I KNOW!!" he shouted. "That song rocks. They should play it on the radio. All the time. Only that song. Over and over."
"I KNOW!" I agreed.
"They could play the original at the top of the hour and then follow it with every band covering it. Every single band."
"Exactly! And there could be various stations. A classical station with orchestral versions."
"Right? And a county western station with twangy hoe-down versions."
"Seriously, man. Someone should get on that."
"I'M GETTING ON IT" Jeff shouted. "Right after I start BUILDING ANOTHER CITY!"
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