There are twenty of us inside this barrel, tumbling down the hill. Inside, we're attempting to brace ourselves against the sides and discuss our strategy. We're pretty sure we should be going up the hill. We're just waiting for consensus on that point, then we're going to formulate a plan for rolling this barrel up the hill instead of down. Some are suggesting that we get out of the barrel, but we can't seem to agree on that point.
Rock and roll people always want Beethoven to roll over. Have you noticed that? Maybe they think he's a dog. I think early rockers had a rebellious notion that they were something radically different than classical music. They were thumbing their nose at classical music, wanting Beethoven to "roll over in his grave". Maybe not. Maybe they meant something else. I know how I can find out, though. Gonna write a little letter. Gonna send it to my local DJ.
He takes the paper. ZigZag. I remember it well from childhood. The ZigZag man was painted on our van. He places a thin row on the paper, closer to one edge than the other. Carefully, he folds the paper over, maintaining the proper tightness for a good burn. He rolls it, shaping it with his fingers, until just a small flap of paper remains. He licks this, so it will stick, and presses it down flat. He drops it in his shirt pocket for later.
Have you ever wondered how long it would take a super ball to get from the top to the bottom of Mount Everest?
