Twisted Sister was a little before my time. That’s not quite right. They were at the dawn of my discovering of “my” music, but really only existed for the span of two singles. I’ve featured the first, before. This is the other.
A funny side-story. Kids provide strange opportunities for music to emerge. One of the twins, when it’s time for bed, is good for walking into their room and saying “rock rock.” Invariably, if I’m in a playful mood, I will sort-of sing, “I wanna rock… I want to rock” as we’re sitting in rocking chairs before putting them to bed. Goofy, I know, but that’s how I…roll.