My Sharona

On February 14, Doug Fieger, the vocalist for The Knack, moved on to the big rock arena in the sky. He was the songwriter behind one of the best running and roller skating and rocking songs EVER: My Sharona.

Fieger said when he met Sharona Alperin – he was 25, she was 17! – “It was like getting hit in the head with a baseball bat; I fell in love with her instantly. And when that happened, it sparked something and I started writing a lot of songs feverishly in a short amount of time.”

Here’s the 17-year-old temptress on the cover of the single:

But [sigh] romances end. Teenagers grow up; Sharona is now a real estate agent in L.A. Happily a great rock song is forever. Enjoy while you read what’s next…

Recently, poet Sherman Alexie wrote a poem that honors “My Sharona.” Good stuff.

Ode to My Sharona – Sherman Alexie

It opens with that insistent drumbeat—

And them comes that filthy bass riff—

And then he pleads—

He sings–he preaches—he lifts—

He st-st-st-st-st-stammers his need

For Sharona. He doesn’t hedge or hide—-

He interrogates—he declares—

He loves her kind—he wants her eyes and thighs—

And, damn, it makes me remember how much

I wanted to solve the mystery—

To ask and touch

That girl—that girl—that pretty,

Pretty girl—O, hush—O, rush—O, blush—

She was every other constellation—

She was a powwow bonfire—

A red choir—

A deer drum shaking the reservation—

And though I haven’t kissed her in decades,

I can still feel the sweet hurt

Of removing her shirt—

Jesus, her scent and taste refuse to fade—

She was heat lighting—-she was corona—

She was storm—she was river flood—

She was the salt inside my blood—

She was—she was—she was my Sharona.

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