Sex Drugs and Rock-and-Roll/Gender, Hormones and ... and what exactly?
Mangas Coloradas.
In the 1960s, quite self or unconsciously echoing the Romantic period, Sex Drugs and Rock-and-Roll rolled off the tongue as a synecdoche for the Phoenix rising from Snaketown of an Echo to the narcissism of that template time.
For the Romantic it was Love Drugs (or travel by other means, even imaginatively, to the long ago and far away in whatever state of ruin), and ... well maybe Liszt, Pagannini, even, if one must, Wagner, of Mahler (of outdoors), or Beethoven hadn't gone ghostly fading leaving a smirking mist of Raven Quothing ravenous spectralisms and seancings entirely.
Even him. (Even he was an option to over-grammarize/glamourize)
After Mendelssohn, Bach (not hardly), well, maybe not.
But in the 1960s there was the Manza-wreckage of the Farfisa intro. to "Light My Fire."
In any case on any occasion there's a new Moon rising over snaketown and lizardtown and hornytoadtown and all the other towns, the totally not social and totally not contagious or contiguous but detached like a fractal Almond Bread Fig Tree and Vine Vein and Bessel Vessel and ... it doesn't matter ...
Gender (formerly "Sex" (formerly Romantic "Love)), Hormones (was "Drugs" is now ... well ... that), and ...
And what?
Ah, I remember this,
Like it was ... yesterday.
...


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