new sides:
Grand Funk; Cold Blood; Catfish; Zephyr; Aum and a few others guaranteed to knock their brains out. An hour later they were back at the rec room and were ripped out of their heads on the couch listening to the new albums. It was a typical Saturday for any normal sixteen-year-old group of friends.
When Teddy finally arrived back home at six, he was leveling out. Perhaps he wasn't as mellow as he should have been, but then the Grand Funk wasn't up to it today, nor were any of the others he'd heard earlier, and it was a rather disappointing sigh he fashioned as he dropped into the overstuffed chair in the living room.
Teddy could hear his twelve-year-old sister, Martha, laughing and playing her phonograph in her room, and talking excitedly and nonstop "probably to that weird little cunt, Diane Mueller." The music was new to him ("Strange," he thought), and the girl's chatter kept rising above it. He sat for a long time in the shadows listening to the strains of the distant music filtering through the giddy voices. Finally he stood up and walked to his sister's room at the top of the stairs.
"What's that you're listening to?" he asked, pushing the door open.
"Oh, nothing," Martha said absently. She and Diane were lying on the floor looking at an album cover. Martha and Teddy argued often about music. He claimed he was a "blues freak" while she kept the bubble gum brigade in gear.
Teddy leaned against the doorjamb looking down at the girls, but they ignored him.
"Isn't he just a doll," Diane said as both girls poked their heads together over the album pictures. "His hair is so curly!"
Teddy listened as the music played on.
'Cause it's a new Mother Nature taking over
"Burton Cummings. What a cutie pie." Diane rolled over on her back, her eyes closed, her long legs just slightly open.
It's the new Splendid Lady come to call
"You should have seen them on Bandstand last week," Martha said. "You'd have died, simply died."
It's the new Mother Nature taking over
"I could die that I missed them. He's so beautiful."
She's gettin' us all
She's gettin' us all
"Is that, by any chance, the Guess Who?" Teddy finally asked, a certain tenor in his voice.
"Yes, it is the Guess Who," Martha said coldly.
"The Guess Who." Teddy smiled. "Well, i
