SUPERSTAR
[MR. BILLY IDOL] IS A ROCK STAR KIDS, A [FRACTAL] , A [QUARK]-the Charm (mass = Me V) flavor (quarks come in flavors), A[ SUPERNOVA]...beautiful, punk, natural, sweet, bad-ass, wholesome and fit. Talk about kickin' mass! MR. IDOL's performance at [The Norva] Monday, September 15th, in Norfolk, Virginia, was a feast for the eyes and the ears. MR. IDOL is a gentleman, and so generous an artist that each woman present believed if MR. IDOL could only glimpse her loveliness, for he made each and every one feel so much lovelier than she was, that she would be wisked away to Avalon. Each man present was stunned at the power and raw sexuality of MR. IDOL but knew MR. IDOL was not in the least interested in his particular woman, and also knew he was definitely going to get laid very soon. MR. IDOL took care of that. Caught for a fleeting moment a little bit of BROADWAY BILLY. Holy shit! Big Al will never forget the first time he saw that gangsta "The Public Enemy" (1931) [MR. JAMES CAGNEY] tap dancing in the movie Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942). MR. IDOL is in good company for sure, including his lead guitar player. Wow! That kick-ass freak must practice the [ Well-Tempered Clavier] by [MR. JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH] every day of his freaked out life. Each came to take a little piece from the SUPERNOVA but were thwarted...MR. IDOL surprised them one and all and gave himself entirely, completely, joyfully, effortlessly...Mrs. Broad, you surely must be proud!
THERE WERE TWO who stood in the shadows, chose not to be seen, were not seen. She, a Sufi mistress, dressed in French lace and leather, noir lace slippers bowed in satin and a ruby iron cross choker. He, a tall beautiful boy, an [Adept], wearing a Stetson bowler and a sarong. THEY BOTH WORE METEORS. His, roughly hewn on copper wire; hers, a perfect orb encased in a finely crafted platinum miniature Time Machine fueled by a tiny glowing crystal. He wore an X on his hand to signify his age. The crowd whispered "he wasn't even born when...". THE TWO, composed in their protective space, basked in MR. IDOL all night long. He with the frolicking intensity of youth, she in quiet contemplation all eyes without a face, oblivious to their own beauty but certainly not to his. They left as invisibly as they came, he to skin his snakes she to mend her broken heart, so alone. THANK YOU MR. IDOL.
