Forty years in the wilderness... wandering... watching... waiting... until...
The 60's reborn! Without the smells and the bad hair!
We had a band long ago, and admittedly we were, uh... less than amazing. Then we had a reunion in Texas one year ago and...
The zOnks! were back!
We discovered that John aka "Johnny Rocket", our fearless leader, had been writing songs for forty years. He has over 2,000 on cassettes!
We discovered that our singer Peter aka "Peter the Great" still had his great singing voice... "the melodious sound of a husky fallen angel".
We discovered that David our drummer, and Stuart on bass, had each kept right on playing with local bands and honing their skills, and each had improved dramatically. (Forty years of practice I suppose.)
Join us in our quest to bring back the spirit, bring back the sound, the lava lamp, bell-bottoms, and tie-dyed t-shirts! (Ok, no bell-bottoms.)
Stay Cool Plasma!
(The Concert in Phoenix)
Pathfinder762,
We Were the zOnks!...
"I looked around the room last night and realized that I wasn’t the only one who thought that something special was happening.
It occurred to me at some point that I had been starved for something uplifting. Where are the epic musical rock operas that transcend? Is there anyone even attempting to write a Stairway to Heaven caliber song? I can’t remember the last time I went to a concert expecting to hear God… Grok? I want to hear stuff that makes me think that there is a heaven..."
"Analog is out there...
It never really left you,
twist a wave in the air,
drop a needle in the groove!"
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"Strange Magic on Ancient Vinyl..."
We Were the zOnks!...
Maureen was speechless. Stuart the guru had waxed on and on about how things always come full circle the last evening they had all been together. And now it seemed like she was on a carousel, going round and round, nothing changing, nothing new, everything that is… was.
We Were the zOnks!...
Cathy felt her feet lift from the earth, and she surrendered completely at that moment. She hovered weightless around her new sun, warm and true. She felt his powerful arm and followed it down until she found his hand in the small of her back. Gravity had disappeared mysteriously, and its absence was making her head spin. How could a cowboy make her feel like this? She squeezed the magic hand of her new magician and thought… Yes, please... Time stand still.
