JOHN COUGAR, ROCK 'STAR'?
My stomach was in my throat again, and I was seriously contemplating murder. The victim would be editor-in-chief of the rag you presently hold in your hands. “How about a free trip to interview John Cougar?” he’d asked. “Great!” was my initial reply.
JOHN COUGAR, ROCK 'STAR'?
PINK HOUSES IN THE MIDWEST
by
Bill Holdship
My stomach was in my throat again, and I was seriously contemplating murder. The victim would be editor-in-chief of the rag you presently hold in your hands. “How about a free trip to interview John Cougar?” he’d asked. “Great!” was my initial reply. In the past, CREEM writers had been sent to Paris, London, Memphis and even Jamaica to interview rock stars, so imagine my excitement when I discovered that Polygram Records had bought me a round-trip ticket to that swinging megalopolis known as Bloomington, Indiana (Whoopee! We’re going to paint the town red tonight!). DiMartino had once flown to Puerto Rico to interview Loverboy, and they were sending me to the middle of a fucking cornfield!