Jose Padua: The Summer of Rock and Other Fragile Ecstasies
At first it was just the summer of rock.Every burger I ate was fast, every morning had a beat,every hour out of school was a guitar chord no one had ever heard before.I was ten years old or eleven though I wished I could be twenty-five.My blood felt like it flowed through a wah-wah pedal,and even all the strings and voices in Beethoven’s ninthseemed to rock out until I went dizzy, until I was…

















