Las más altas cotas de la cultura universal - Betty Blowtorch: "Big Hair, Broken Heart"

by Don Críspulo

@DonCrspulo

Posiblemente ustedes no se acuerden de Betty Blowtorch o ni siquiera llegaron a conocerlas, no se lo reprocho, tuvieron escasa fama. Tuvieron mala suerte y la época tampoco les ayudó. Sacaron un disco, que les recomiendo, llamado Are You Man Enough? lleno de Rock festivo, guitarras y grandes melodías. Desgraciadamente la muerte de Bianca Butthole, cantante y bajista, en un accidente de tráfico acabó con las pocas esperanzas y los muchos sueños de la banda.

Les cuento todo esto porque quiero reivindicar una copla de aquel disco como una de las más altas cotas de las cultura humana. No por la canción en sí, que también, sino por lo que representa. Un alegato del ROCK de toda la vida, del ROCK como cultura popular, como fenómeno de masas, visceral, irreverente y gamberro. El discurso en medio de la canción tiene para mí la misma fuerza que imagino tuvo para las ingleses el de Churchill en el parlamento en 1940. Es un himno, es mi himno, mi patria es el ROCK y el ROCK nunca morirá.

Letra:

This song goes out to you, Lita Ford
We love you. We saw you on VH-1

Where did all those hair bands go?
Those crazy nights of rock-n-roll
I saw him standint there. Aqua Net, ratted-up hair
Eyeliner and lipstick too. Spandex pants and cowboy boots
He then blew me a kiss with those ruby red lips

Where did those hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?

We were at the Troubadour
I was a groupie whore
I didn't care, I was having fun. Party hard and die real young
Janie Lane and Motley Crue. Those leather pants, I'd die for you
Whitesnake, Quiet Riot and Ratt. You know you can't do better than that!

Where did those hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?

We're gonna take you back to a time when rock-n-roll was rock-n-roll
We're gonna take you back to the Sunset Strip in front of Gazzari's where we were handing out flyers for our boyfriend's bands.
We loved our long haired rock-n-roll men, we really, really did.
We were considered groupie sluts.
And who cared if we were groupie sluts, because you know what?
We were having a good time. And we didn't give a shit back then.
We loved rock-n-roll and we were screaming.
We were screaming for vengeance!
And, Lita Ford, you were right... rock-n-roll wil never die.
And we'll be on the frontline backing you.
We need to bring rock-n-roll back.
We need to make Hollywood cool sadin. Rock-n-roll will never die

Where did those hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?
Where did thise hair bands go?
Where did those hair bands go?

We love you, Lita

Este texto está dedicado con mucho cariño a Doña José, porque sé que siente muchas cosas del mismo modo que las sentía Bianca.

©Don Críspulo