Author: Carolyn "Kiki" Cummings

Publisher: Strategic Book Publishing

Published: 2010-02

Total Pages: 173

ISBN-13: 1608606082

Like it. Like it. YES, I DO. Rock & roll saved my life. (Fact: Kiki does not speak or write in hyperbole. When she makes a statement like this, it's the truth, pure & simple.) For Kiki rock & roll is not just great music, but a state of being that saved her (Praise Jesus) from an ordinary, soul-stifling, errand-running life. Kiki has never been ordinary (read: conventional). Rock & roll gave her a place to go and to be. From The Beatles to Bruce Springsteen, beyond, and before she experienced a world of Thrills & Chills, laughter & cheers, adventures in botany, better living (and dying) through chemistry, and a lot of TROUBLE and sex. Don't forget the sex. STOP. Disregard this back cover prattle. Kiki is a FAN, pure & simple. Her story includes a very funny satire of a standard rock & roll concert. BONUS: The lyrics to four songs, none of which could or should be set to music. Running through her story is a thoughtful (but still funny) commentary on the state of disrepair in American culture, politics, government, economics, AND why Kiki ran from the synagogue and never looked back (I'm sure going to Hell for this one.) Except for 10 years (they call it 'higher education.' I call it getting my ticket punched) and 18 months (being born, being a baby, toddling toward the terrible twos), Carolyn Kiki Cummings has lived in Houston, a city in the great State of Texas. She has practiced clinical psychology for the past 30 years (because they didn't teach me how to do it in school and because I'm a slow learner.) For the past 16 years, she has been bossed around by her cat, Miss Chloe. Kiki does not like writing about psychology. Miss Chloe stopped listening to me years ago. She says, 'If you want to yap, get a dog.' Recounting people's pain and suffering is no fun. Anyway, that's what singing the blues is for. ON BEING: A Rock & Roll Fan is Kiki's very funny account of her life. You can either laugh, cry, shoot somebody, or shoot yourself. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to die just yet. I hate crying. There's nothing left to do but laugh. LOUDER!