Rock and Roll Nigger, Live 1979 in Berlin
Dear 11 Readers,
I want you to know that there is something really perfect about this song. I play it loud in my car on the way to work, and I sing along at the top of my longs. I roll the windows down and I breathe in damp cold air and warm up my voice for a day of shouting out against everything and nothing. The song is almost perfect with its insistent chords and pissed off lyrics and hopelessly romantic bridge. It is tough and delicate all at the same time.
I want you to know, dear readers, that I really adore this song. See, that’s the thing about it.
Yours Truly,
Naima
PS
Read the comments on the video at your peril. You have been warned.
