J. GEILS Ladies Invited Atlantic

What's a french-fried Fidel doing in a place like Boston? Not eating brown bread and beans, I'll grant you. Peter Wolf gave that up with Paul Revere and Plymouth Rock a long time ago. All that culture was smothering the kid. He was a sociological mutant — preferring gutters to tea tables. Peter had to get out and find himself - well, he not only found himself, but five other Faneuil Hall flunkies in a rock and roll band. J, Geils rock and roll band. These guys had a better time talking trash than jutting their pinkies while sipping Salada. They were bad! They were the very same ones that stood for banlon, gaspumps, and Brylcreme, in 1965. You know, goodtime greasers. Now, J. Geils was going to bring transistor radios and line dances a little closer to us all.