November 12, 2025 • 58 mins
Weekly Spooky horror podcast delivers an original cursed song and rock-star possession tale soaked in ’80s fame and occult obsession. When faded idol Sammy Scar surges back to stardom, the crowds chant in perfect unison, a buried B-side resurfaces, and a whisper won’t stop saying, “They’re here for you.”
From Sunset Strip glare to Times Square neon, this celebrity horror spirals toward a deadly encore where the ticket price is breath and blood. If you crave cursed music, occult folklore, and celebrity nightmares, press play—and keep the volume low. New scary stories every Wednesday on Weekly Spooky.
Withdrawal — by John Stoney Cannon.
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From Sunset Strip glare to Times Square neon, this celebrity horror spirals toward a deadly encore where the ticket price is breath and blood. If you crave cursed music, occult folklore, and celebrity nightmares, press play—and keep the volume low. New scary stories every Wednesday on Weekly Spooky.
Withdrawal — by John Stoney Cannon.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
The crowd outside your hotel room starts singing your old hit,
every voice on the exact same breath. The door locks,
the phone rings, A whisper rides the dial tone. They're
here for you. You cover the receiver, but the chorus
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keeps going.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
What's that You want to be scared?
Speaker 3 (00:30):
He come with me. You will experience tales over over
ghosts and.
Speaker 2 (00:45):
It is not recommended for the weeded art listeners in
the dark park. It's more funny that way.
Speaker 4 (00:58):
Wait.
Speaker 3 (00:58):
Wait, this is Weekly Spooky.
Speaker 1 (01:08):
Hello my Spookyes, it's Wednesday, and you know what that means.
It's time for a little spooky in your weekly I'm
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for tonight, Imagine a song you wrote when you were young,
Louder than sleep, brighter than fame. Now picture it coming
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back on a cold night, not on the radio, but
from a thousand open mouths beneath your window. What if
the chorus wasn't a memory at all, but a kind
of summoning. What if the encore didn't end until you did.
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Tonight we strike a match for a rock legend who
learns that some hits don't fade. In fact, they feed
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withdrawal by John Stony Hannah. Some things never change, and
even after every hot minute, the weight always seems to remain. Oh,
the scene has been reset, that's for sure. His lone
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platinum single record, adorning a wall once covered with classic albums,
now drenched in the images of pre pubescent teeny bopper
divas that can barely sing their own songs staring back
at him. But the weight, Even when Sammy was at
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the top of his game, Sid would make him stew
So why would shit be any different? Decades later, his
sarcastic thought, fading into an internal chuckle, just as Sammy
heard the door open up behind him. Well be still
my once teen hormones. If it isn't the one and
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only legendary Sammy Scar, you sure don't sound like Sid,
responded Sammy, without a glance or a hint of interest,
You ship him off to babysit, Vince, Neil or something.
Last name's vain, said the middle aged woman as she
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sat on the desk and crossed her mostly bare legs.
But I'm cool if you call me Sherry and Sid
is off babysitting. Your newfound popularity seems that old single
of yours has come back from the dead. No one
really knows why, but since this past Friday, it's suddenly
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become the most streamed song of all time streamed, chuckled Sammy,
still looking down. Didn't they piss on my music enough
when they stopped buying my records in nineteen ninety. Well
you know what they say, Sammy, Some scars never ever
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go away. Well, actually, miss Vain, they just become scabs
on classic rock radio, to be picked at every once
in a while. Well, actually missed scar, snarled Sherry as
she leaned in dangerously close. The kind of attention you're
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suddenly getting again, Sid thinks might be a revival the
likes of Tina Turner or Cher back in the eighties. Well,
I don't think so, share, they both got way better
gams than I do. Besides, I'm currently way more interested
in a long overdue meal at one of my fave haunts.
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So for the next couple of hours, pretty sure Sid'll
know where to find me. Spotting his driver through the
lobby window, Sammy stepped out into the afternoon sun, just
in time to find himself overtaken by an obnoxiously crazy
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mob it was all he could do to keep his
new Randolph shades attached to his face. A sudden tug
and he found himself bouncing around inside the car. What
the Sammy hissed as he glared at the scratched sunglasses.
These fuckers ain't cheap. They're here for you, said a
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voice next to him. Driver to d'antanna's. Now, it had
been a good long while since Sammy had tasted the bracciola,
each bite taking him back in time in the early eighties.
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Simply walking through the door was as good as any reservation.
Same out of the way back table, a refuge from
the screaming teenage girls clamoring to hear that one song,
that one fucking song. And while it never fully disappeared
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from the airwaves over the years, for some crazy reason,
withdrawal was all the rage once again. Who the fuck
wants to hear that song? Now, mumbled Benny between bites
their granddaughters nostalgia, my friend answered Sid as he sat down.
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Same chicks, just older and hanging on to the past
for dear life. I guess woke up Friday and you
were a friendly old radio staple, and by the end
of the day you were the hottest thing in music
all over again. Fuck if I know why this past Friday,
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mentioned Sammy the thirteenth. You noticed that too, Sammy, I'm
way ahead of you, already spinning that one to new outlets.
Just a mere mention of a possible tour actually knocked
the ticket site offline for a while. I don't know, Sid,
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said Sammy before chewing another bite. It was fun ten
years ago to play those five thousand seat outdoor spots,
but these days royalties almost pay just enough for me
to be able to just sit at home, squat my
bare ass on the terrace and stare at the beach.
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Oh silly, Sammy, still the fucking wild man, small amphitheaters.
Hugh kidding me. My phone's been ringing off the hook
for you to play way bigger spots like the Bowl
and the Garden. Maybe bigger, bigger, questioned Sammy. You're fucking nuts, Sid.
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A sudden commotion sliced through the conversation as the hostess
nervously walked over include the two men of the growing
congregation outside. See Sammy, this is what I'm talking about,
Sid spit out, before barking into the phone. I need
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you to pull around back. Now, let's get mister Scar
to the Sunset immediately. Come on, Sid, I'm not even
done with my brock now, Sammy. Even the updated decor
at the Sunset Marquee didn't keep Sammy from feeling at home,
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as if all the cigarette smoke and sexual tension that
over the years seeped into the walls somehow remained the
haunted voices of the past kiss stained into the fabric
of each space, every single sweaty rock and roll orgy
and manic coke binge. Being able to get a room
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overlooking the boulevard and the addition of a vintage radio
during the stay only added to the notorious glorious vibe.
Sammy always looked forward to soaking up the decadent aura
and the chance to once again tune in to klos
as station rocking the area since the early seventies, Southern
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California's rock and roll radio ninety five point five KLS
and that was the heart of rock and roll. From
Huey Lewis and the News, this is Geno Mitchellini feeding
your withdrawal symptoms with a new track from Sammy Scar.
New track, My ass grumbled, Sammy maybe a new life.
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Not even the best song I ever put out for
fucking out loud. Sheesh weird though I thought Gino passed
away last year. Sammy closed his eyes as the old
tunes played on the radio, and he felt himself fade away,
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back into nineteen eighty four, just before the big bang
of stardom, when he could walk the half a mile
or so to the whiskey a go go without so
much as a bother, a routine he picked back up
that helped him deal with the bitterness of the glitter
fading in the nineties, the end of his fifteen minutes
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of stardom, cushioned by the consolation prize of his returned privacy,
a smile coming across his face as he slid on
his kicks in preparation for the short, breezy track to
the legendary venue. May I help you with anything, asked
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the hotel concierge as Sammy stepped out of the elevator.
Restaurant reservations, Perhaps call for transportation anywhere? No thanks, replied Benny,
just gonna walk down to the whiskey. I'm not sure
if that's best, said the concierge, as a shriek filled
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the hotel lobby. There's a sizeable group of women trying
to push their way past security out front. What did
somebody tell them, Tommy Lee's cock is staying here or something.
They're here for you, said the voice again. Well, fuck all,
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maybe I'll try to sneak out again a little bit later.
Can you send up a nice bottle of cabernet when
you get a chance, Very good, sir, right away. Even
over the sound of the radio, Sammy could hear the
hum coming from the boulevard of what he figured to
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be the sunset at night. That energy he longed to
snatch up again, and with every slow, nervous step towards
the window, the hum grew louder and louder. As he
inched his face closer to the window, he could see,
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one by one the faces looking up in his direction,
suddenly singing in unison. As he slowly shifted the curtain aside,
wading on the corner where the street lights fade, shadows
drape like curtains on an empty stage. Your footsteps echo,
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but they never stay, just whispers in the wild, a
ghost of yesterday. For a brief moment, Sammy could picture
the crowd in their the younger skin and the energy
left his body. Closing the curtains and his eyes. He
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stumbled back against the hotel room wall as that voice
slid through his head. They're here for you, Here for you,
They're here for you. Sammy, who's here? Sammy mumbled as
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he shook from his sleep. Looking up from his horizontal
spot on the shaggy hotel room floor, Sammy could only
see a pair of bare legs coming down from the
front of the bed, confusing him even further. Brunch time
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is here, laughed Sherry, looking down. Sid is waiting down
stairs in Cavatina. There's plotting and scheming to be had.
Think you can get yourself together? Or do I need
to tell Sid? I'll be down in thirty, Miss Vain.
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Sure you don't need help in the shower, Just thirty,
grumbled Sammy as he opened the door. Order me a
mimosa if you don't mind, just a glass, or asked Cherry,
holding up the empty wine bottle, drawing no response from Sammy.
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One mimosa coming up, Rockstar. As he exited the elevator
into the lobby, it was obvious to Sammy that even
just another day later, something was different. Not only was
there more hotel staff than usual, but after years of
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invisible peace, as he walked through crowds this morning, he
found himself nodding endlessly to glances and greetings from everyone
he passed. In his twenties, Sammy would have strutted like
a peacock, but now, at almost sixty, he felt on
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the edge of uneasy, fucking, annoyed, actually strange. Even as
he grabbed his seat, Sammy pointed back towards the restaurant entrance.
It's like an episode of the Twilight Zone. Out there.
Twilight Zone, replied Sid. I know it's early, but Sherry,
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how about we get this guy a cup of coffee? No, no,
I'm good with this, Sammy mumbled, holding up the glass
of mimosa. Guess I'm just not used to being out
and about early enough for people to say good morning
to me. They're here for you. What's that? Said a
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startled Sammy, almost knocking his glass over. Did you guys,
did you hear that? The waitress asked what she could
get for you, smirked Cherry, Yeah, yeah, sorry, stammered Sammy.
Uh steak and eggs medium across the board. Thanks. See,
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some things never change. Sid chuckled as he looked at Cherry.
This guy always with the medium steak and eggs. Well, Sid,
I figured it must be a special occasion, you bringing
a date and all funny you bring that up, mister
Scar added Cherry a date. That is why miss Vane
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we just met. Look, Sammy, Sid spit out as he
shook his head. For some unholy goddamn reason, you're hot
shit again. Sherry and I are just here to make
sure that you get a piece of this unexpected action
before it turns back into popular culture fertilizer again. Well, Sydney,
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chuckled Sammy before taking a bite of steak. At least
I can always count on you to shoot the shit
straight with me. Sammy sat quietly eating his food as
Sid and Sherry babbled on and on about the possibilities
of the hot minute, a full mouthed smile and nod
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in response to suggestions like talk show appearances, concerts, even
meetin greets, only nearly choking when the subject of new
music came up. Na uugh, Sammy tried to spit out,
Are you kidding me? New music? No one gives too
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shit about any new music for me, Well, not actually new,
Sammy scar music per se, chuckled Sid as Sherry put
her hand on Sammy's knee underneath the table. I was
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thinking maybe a new dance duet version of Withdrawal with
Melaura Mahua, asked Sammy as he swatted Sherry's hand away.
Ma Laura, teen pop singer that sings that hit song.
Ya fussin' is bustin'. She totally slayed at the MVA's
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this year, added Sid. One of the hottest things going
with the kids at the moment. Yeah no, Dice, snarled Sammy.
My audience, at least what's fucking left of it. Haven't
been kids in about four decades, but there's still kids
at heart, with their own kids and grand That's a
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solid No, Sid, I don't care how fussin', tussin' or
whatever kind of ussin she is. She's bustin', snapped Sherry.
She can bust or ass somewhere else for all I care.
Waiter another mimosa please, Well, I guess that means no
new music, Sherry pouted. Well, wait a hot minute, pondered Sammy.
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You mentioned doing a remastered Greatest hits kind of thing.
What if I give you guys an unheard, unreleased tune
as a bonus track? Unreleased, asked Sid curiously, Stars and Scars,
you know the song that the label wouldn't let me
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release as a follow up single to withdraw. They shit
all over that one. But do you know how many
times over the years someone has tried to get their
hands on the master? What that nutcase you found in
your house? Was looking for? Nutcase? Asked Cherry. Oh yeah,
said Sammy, shaking his head. As the cops and the
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white coats were dragging her out, she just kept screaming
over and over by Moon and Star. I claim your light.
Pretty bizarro shit, really, questioned Cherry. Her interest now piqued, really,
replied Sid. Think the headline in the Inquisitor read something
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like insane fan puts curse on rock Star. Last we
ever heard from that cuckoo? Probably still locked up or dead,
added Sammy as he glanced at Cherry. Talk about some
throw away the fucking key, crazy ass shit. Oh how
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deliciously wicked Time turns the pages, but the stories torn on,
painting memories on a canvas worn. Every second's a needle,
every hour's a thorn. Withdrawal from your love leaves me
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battered and torn. Click, God if I never hear that
song on the radio again. While the music business often
left him feeling cold and jaded, returning to his home
on Block Island was anything but for Sammy. Mornings spent
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sipping coffee overlooking the ocean from his terrace as the
wind softly massaged his scalp, never once causing him to
feel stir crazy despite his past rock and roll lifestyle.
Fairy access only to the Rhode Island Spot kept the
beaches quiet, with the only passer by being the occasional
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resident jogger or dog walker. Often, Sammy would lean his
head back and close his eyes, leaving himself to only
the sound of the ocean and the rhythm of the breeze.
An infinite lullaby, as his Anela would call it as
they cuddled up overlooking the waves while she was still
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of this earth. On perfect mornings like this, as Sammy
sat with his eyes sealed, the wind could engulf him
and make him feel like he was sitting with her
arms around him. Still, they're here for you? Who's there?
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Spit out a startled Sammy aniela Hello, Sammy answered, Oh, hey, Sid, Yeah, sorry,
I was just daydreaming on the terrace enough to jump
when the phone rang. Yeah, she sure did love it
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out there. You should get your old overworked ass a
spot like this and take a break from the rat
race at least every once in a while. Do I
want to be a guest on Espresso yourself with Ava
Big Apple? Sure, said, just shoot me the info. But
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I'm telling you, man, you've got to check out this
view hardly ever anyone down on the beach. It's about
damn near perfect this, Sammy, Hey, Sammy, what's that humming noise? Sorry,
said Sammy gasped as he slowly pointed his cell phone
at the beach. It's like outside the hotel. They're all
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looking up here and singing together. They're here for you.
What did you say? Said hot for me all over again? Yeah?
I don't know. This shit's kind of it's kind of creepy.
Do you even realize all the shit it takes just
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to get out here? Anyways? Feeling a little shaky. Maybe
maybe I made my coffee too strong. Think you can
send me a lift so I can get out of here. Yeah, yeah,
we'll meet up in the city. Over the years, Sammy
had grown weary of talk show appearances, especially those that
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consisted of him sitting at what he considered the ass
crack of dawn in a dressing room, sipping ordered up
crap fox coffee as he waited to trade fake chitchat
with some fly by Night host, eventually putting on a
smile to walk out to the screaming sound of what
Sid later in life called a high school English teacher's
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convention over middle aged women in way too short bad
haircuts of the opinion that their online knockoff Sammy scar
t shirts somehow fit well with mom jeans or a
long denim skirt and white tennis shoes. But while Sid
thought it a sad attempt to relive their teen years,
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Sammy considered it a privilege to be allowed to forever
be a part of their lives, even if it was
mainly for that one damn song. He even eventually well
mostly got over the fact that they stopped buying his
records once the nineties hit, and even if at times
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the five thousand cedars were a little more effort than
they were worth money wise, at least over half the
audience was made up of true fans that could even
sing along to the deepest cuts from all of Sammy's
eighties records. But despite all of his appreciation, the sudden
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renewed attention had Sammy feeling awkward and at times a
bit paranoid, enough so to question appearing on the already
scheduled talk show, not wanting to see a promotional opportunity
get pissed down the toilet. Sid luckily had just the answer.
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Good morning, and welcome to espresso yourself with Ava this morning,
we're going to do something a little different and inside
the recording studio exclusive with our very special guest, Sammy
scar Good morning, Eva said Sammy. I gotta say the
coffee is bueno. Thank you, Thank you, Sammy. As you know,
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we usually have a live audience, and we did receive
quite a few calls from fans that were bummed out
that you wouldn't be in our regular studio, but they
all perked up when it was announced that the reason
for interviewing you in here was to catch you on
a quick break while you're rehearsing for your upcoming new tour,
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and I, for one, sure do appreciate you taking the
time to make it happen, Eva, the fans of the
reason that the spotlight is pointing my way once again,
we had to rehearse No way I was going to
diss them by taking a half cocked show out on
the road. Well to clue the fans in on all
the hard work, your longtime manager Sid told me that
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you're going to not only be doing some songs that
you've never played live before, but a song that's also
considered to be the holy Grail of unreleased Sammy Scar songs.
Oh yeah, diehard fans already know that Stars and Scars
was recorded with the intention to be the follow up
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single to Withdraw. The label wasn't interested in it being
the next single, so I refuse to put it on
the album or any album after that. You even turned
down the request to put it on the soundtrack to
the horror cult classic The Corvid. So why release it now? Well, Eva,
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it was only created as a follow up single to Withdraw,
and with that song unexpectedly becoming a hit a second time,
Stars and Scars has a second chance to follow it.
So you're saying that it took the fans to make
it possible for them to get the Sammy Scar song
that they've always wanted the most. I guess you're right, Eva,
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And not only that, it took the fans to make
the very last Sammy Scar wish come true. But I
gotta tell you, fans may have been chasing this song
for years, but it's actually not the last Scar that's
been kept under wraps. Really, Sammy, do tell, Do tell
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in due time, Eva, But would you like me to
play you a little bit of Stars and Scars?
Speaker 4 (31:22):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (31:22):
I think everybody watching would love that. Sammy strapped on
his acoustic guitar, playing the first verse as he slowly
walked out of the room midnight. Whispers call my name,
Silver shadows play their game. I got stars inside my
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veins and scars that sing in the rain. Breaking news
on Big Apple Radio, traffic was brought to a stop
as fans of eighties rock and roll singer Sammy Scarr
gathered to try to catch a glimpse of the rock icon.
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Emergency personnel were brought in to attend to several people,
including Scar, who were found dehydrated and dizzy, the singer,
as well as TV personality Eva, who was at the
studio for a live broadcast of Espresso Yourself were safely
escorted out of the building. It's been reported that following
the departure of Sammy Scarr, fans outside seemed confused and delirious.
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It was a little after noon the next day when
Sammy checked out of the er and was wheeled out
the employee entrance to avoid the fans lingering in the
hospital lobby. Having proudly tossed aside the cigarettes and heavy
liquor decades ago, the doctor's suggestion to combat his recent
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bouts of fatigue and dizziness amounted to nothing more than
Sammy upping his water intake and maybe cutting back on
sugar and caffeine. Sammy regularly walked or jogged on the beach,
and the doctors actually appreciated his occasional glass of wine.
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So the best that could be figured is that due
to nearing sixty, Sammy just needed to take a little
better care of himself. Thank you Sid for the lift,
laughed Sammy as he slid into the limo. I'm so
over all the poking and prodding, sid cooed Sherry as
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she pressed against Sammy. Kind of weird, but I can
work with weird. Maybe you'd rather be the one doing
the poking and prodding. I appreciate the offer, but I
think I'll just go back in and call a cab.
I don't think that's going to happen, teased Sherry as
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she pointed to the faces pressed against the window. But
don't mind them. They can't see us, and there's not
going to be anything to see, sneered Sammy. Hey driver,
get us out of here. They're here for you. That's
what I keep hearing, mumbled Sammy as he stared out
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the window. That's what I keep hearing. Sherry playfully pouted
as she scooted away and fixed her skirt while Sammy
twisted the radio dial. He wasn't totally oblivious that, even
at almost fifty, Sherry was a gorgeous woman with legs
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for miles. He just didn't have any use for the
drama that even a quick hand job on the rock
and roll clock might create, no use for anything short
of what he shared with Aniela, a love of a
lifetime that he deemed impossible to find ever again. Now
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all that was left was for him to give himself
back to rock and roll. Hey, hey, this is roxy
roller on the big A coming at you. Live with
the huge announcement. The world has been waiting for this
Saturday Times Square nine pm in super huge, loud, live
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in color, never before heard just before its release, the
world premiere of long sought out nineteen eighty five Sammy
scar song Stars and Scars, and not just the song kitties.
Are you ready for this? Turns out that forty years
ago Sammy and his band secretly filmed a video to
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promote the tune Stars and Scars, a video buried so
deep that no one, including the big wigs at the
record label, knew it even existed until till now. Times
Square will be blocked off. So join Big Apple Radio
right there see Sammy, Crash DC and the late BP
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men's together again thanks to never before seen footage. And
if you can't make it out, don't whine and pout.
Check your cable provider or streaming service to find out
how you can watch this very special live event. And now, hey, hey,
back to rock and roll on the big A. So
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I take it you and Sid worked out some outlandish
plan for us to watch this whole fucking spectacle right
oh you know it. Spit out Sherry a private rooftop
bash overlooking Time Square from where we'll be. You won't
miss a thing, might even be able to see the moon,
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every star and all the lights. Nice, mumbled Sammy, turning
back towards the window. Forty years Huh, guess better late
than fucking never. Clockhands move, but the moments repeat like
a broken record stuck on defeat. I trace the outline
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where your lips used to meet. Now it's just the
cold and the pulse in my feet. Time Square rocked
with the sound of Big Apple Radio, bolstered by the
addition of an on screen presentation courtesy of Sammy himself.
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From high above. Sammy, Sid and Sherry, along with a
cast of label heads and celebs, watched as the energy
of the crowd below intensified until minutes before nine, when
a video package detailing Sammy's rise caused the whole of
Time Square to literally go fucking nuts to a deep
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hum as from his perch, Sammy watched his much older
self on the screen the size of a skyscraper. Tonight, Friends,
because of each other, we come clean. Scars that have
been waiting decades to heal. We are ready. Yes. The
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crowd roared a yes in response. Stars and scars, they
write My tale light the sky, or burn the sail.
Every wound just shines so bright, like constellations in the night.
I give you now the video premiere of Stars and Scars.
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It was all Sammy could do to hold back tears
as times square became eerily silent, broken by the cheers
applauding the image of a young Sammy, a troubadour's risen
serenade falling from his bloody lips. Midnight whispers call my name,
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silver shadows play their game. I got stars inside my
veins and scars that sing in the rain, Highway lines
and rusted dreams, broken guitars and kerosene. I danced with fire,
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stole the moon. Now I hum a wounded tune. It
was almost as if Sammy blinked once and the moment
was gone, the entirety of the square below erupting as one,
an eruption that felt longer than the video itself, and
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as the party above exchanged congratulations, the gathering slowly settled
into yet another hum. Sammy suddenly froze as he looked
down into the square. Hey, Sid called Sammy, without looking
away from the street beneath his sight. Didn't you say that,
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my appearance at this whole shindig would be kept secret.
Yeah yeah, Sammy, Sid replied, No one knows we're up here,
No press, paparazzi, nobody. Then what's this? What's what Sammy? That?
Sammy pointed down to a large group turned away from
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the video screen and staring up Sammy's way. Why the
fuck are they looking up here? Fuck if I know,
Sammy sneered Sid. They're your fans, They're here for you.
What did you say, Sammy hollered, nearly knocking over cher.
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I said, what's wrong with you? Sammy? You look pale.
I don't know. I feel like someone might have put
something in my in my drink. In the two months
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since the Times Square video premiere of Stars and Scars,
Sammy was able to rest and rehearse in preparation for
the first night of the tour thanks to SID. Within
a virtual guarded compound in the Canadian countryside, Sammy and
the band began razor tight as the world outside exploded
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in the second coming of Sammy Mania, a mania that
prompted SID to cancel all public appearances in order to
keep Sammy safe for the tour, Setting the stage for
the first of thirteen st sold out nights at the
Hollywood Bowl, easily smashing the record of four consecutive sold
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out nights set in twenty seventeen. The possibility of even
a single sold out night anywhere for Sammy had long
been considered impossible to ever achieve again. Just the thought
created so much tension within Sammy that he could hardly
sit still backstage. Sammy shouted, Sid, your insane pacing is
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going to cause me to have an anxiety attack. Sit
the fuck down already. Oh, leave him alone, Sherry teased.
You should be ecstatic. You locked up a tiger in
its cage for two months and now he's ready to pounce. Well,
can't he pounce once he gets on stage? Sammy, You're
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gonna drive me to drink even more. Hush now, chirped
Sherry as she cornered Sammy. He's gonna chew this audience up, right,
tiger er yeah right, mumbled Sammy as he pushed past.
If you don't chew him up first, If only you knew, Sammy, Hey,
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what gives? Sherry asked when she spotted Melaura steadily walking
in her direction. Shouldn't you still be on stage? Those
crazy bitches, through just about everything at me, but their
old lady Bras fumed, Melaura, fuck this, Sammy, you can
have that fucking stage. I'm out. Will you take care
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of Sammy while I go try to calm her down?
Sid pleaded with Sherry fucking nutcases. If it's not one thing,
it's another, Sure, Sure, okay, Tiger, you ready to meet
your fanatical audience? Fanatical? Like a boxer being led to
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the ring, Sammy stalked toward the stage, head down, toward
a moment he never would have imagined in a million years.
He wondered, just like he did that night in Times Square,
what his Anela would think of all of this, kissing
the cross around his neck that she had gifted him
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on their wedding night. As he reached for his guitar,
Everyone good, Sammy asked the band heads down, Go get him, Tiger,
snarled Sherry as Sammy started his rock and roll prep talk,
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Go get him. Never thought we'd be here again, and
I'm grateful for those of you who stuck around to
see it, and excited for those of you who only
heard the stories and now get to experience it. We're
here to because of the people right out there that
we're about to come face to face with Let's show
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them our thanks, with all that we have to give.
Let's leave every ounce of blood, sweat and tears on
the stage tonight, every ounce. Sherry whispered, every fucking ounce,
And with that, Sammy scar and his band hit the stage,
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partly to keep his fans from waiting, partly to get
it out of the way. Sammy kicked straight into his
signature song, caught up in emotion until it was time
to call on his faithful fans to sing the chorus
back to him, And just as the crowd was about
to lose their collective minds, Sammy closed his eyes and
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led the way Withdrawal. The ache in my veins, a
hunger so deep, but it's you. I can't tame. The
silence screams louder than thunderous rain, Withdrawal, I'm drowning in
your name, over and over and over in time to
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the drums, until Sammy finally opened his eyes. Suddenly, the
audience looked revived and young again as they continued to chant. Shaken,
Sammy caught a glance of his bloody fingers, but as
he stopped playing, a pain shot through his arm, pushing
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him to strike back at his guitar, the pain only
returning when he forced himself to try and stop again,
reappearing as he ran towards the side of the stage
and yelled at Sherry. There's something wrong. You eat him up, Tiger,
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laughed Sherry as she sang along. No, you don't understand,
Sammy cried as he pointed his head at the rabid audience.
I think they're doing something to me, Sherry. But they're
here for you, Sammy laughed Sherry, causing him to stop
dead in his tracks. Make them feel young again. They're
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here for you, And on and on. The endless dance
between Sammy and his faithful followers continued, Sammy's face showing
further defeat with each pass made to seek relief from Sherry. Please, Sherry,
please get me out of this hell. And as it
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approached midnight, the audience found itself back in the heart
of time. Sherry looked at Sammy, pointed to the sky
and laughed out loud. They may be here for you,
but by moon and star, I claim your light.
Speaker 5 (48:25):
Wearing on the corner where the street lights feed.
Speaker 6 (48:32):
Shadows dry black curtains on an empty stage, your footstep circle,
but they.
Speaker 7 (48:42):
Never stay, just whispers in the wind, a ghost of yesterday,
sometimes the vags, But the story start. I'll be the
memories on the canls on every second, and he a
very on the wind from your love leads be bad
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into wait troll, be aching my.
Speaker 5 (49:09):
Bases on the soul deep.
Speaker 7 (49:11):
But you I can't say the silent screamstowner, then thunderous.
Speaker 5 (49:15):
Main way troll. I'm dropping in your I'm driving in yarney.
Speaker 8 (49:31):
Clock hands more.
Speaker 5 (49:33):
But the moment's repet like a broken record. Stuff going
to feet. I trace the yeutline where you look used
to me. Now it's just the code and the pulse
in my feet. So the pes not the story is told.
Speaker 7 (49:47):
I'm breeding memories on my canns born every seconds, a
needle every hours of thought, a wedrawing.
Speaker 5 (49:54):
From your d Lea's be bad when oh be aching
my Vea's a hung of salt deep.
Speaker 7 (50:04):
But if you I can't take the style of screams ouder,
then under the rainway t I'm trouting.
Speaker 5 (50:11):
In short whack spills through the cracks in the door,
riding your name on the dust of the floor. If
lo is the true, then I'll pour soap ball beggings
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over the doors. But your card right so me aching
my base off the salteeth.
Speaker 9 (50:44):
But if you I can't say the stop screams louder
then sounder roust rainway.
Speaker 5 (50:51):
I'm drafted.
Speaker 4 (51:03):
Round round order, midnight of whispers called my name, silver shadows,
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please there again. I got stars inside my vain the
scars it sings in the.
Speaker 10 (52:29):
Rain, how it lies in rustic dreams. Rule can get
tars and cares sing.
Speaker 5 (52:50):
I danced with fire, stole the moon.
Speaker 9 (52:55):
Now stars and scar they ride my tail, slide the sky,
burn the seil.
Speaker 5 (53:12):
Everyone just shine right.
Speaker 4 (53:17):
Like a s.
Speaker 5 (53:21):
The night.
Speaker 6 (53:33):
O the clock could take so slow, dusty records play
the show all the ghost They come and go, leaving
marks with roses, groove, cigarette smooth fills in old regrets
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and threats to wear.
Speaker 5 (54:15):
I traded love for a lonesome run.
Speaker 3 (54:20):
Now the stars.
Speaker 9 (54:21):
Keep still in time, footsteps inch down a hall.
Speaker 5 (54:30):
Fall, don't grasp begin to fall.
Speaker 7 (54:36):
Every frame of chap too longs they the price for still.
Speaker 11 (54:44):
Look Stars and scars It ride my tail line the
sky burned the sail.
Speaker 5 (54:57):
Very long.
Speaker 8 (54:58):
Just shine sou blacky stars SCOI.
Speaker 5 (55:09):
My tale live, the scour and the seal. He just shoo.
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for tonight, Imagine a song you wrote when you were young,
Louder than sleep, brighter than fame. Now picture it coming
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back on a cold night, not on the radio, but
from a thousand open mouths beneath your window. What if
the chorus wasn't a memory at all, but a kind
of summoning. What if the encore didn't end until you did.
(03:20):
Tonight we strike a match for a rock legend who
learns that some hits don't fade. In fact, they feed
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withdrawal by John Stony Hannah. Some things never change, and
even after every hot minute, the weight always seems to remain. Oh,
the scene has been reset, that's for sure. His lone
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platinum single record, adorning a wall once covered with classic albums,
now drenched in the images of pre pubescent teeny bopper
divas that can barely sing their own songs staring back
at him. But the weight, Even when Sammy was at
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the top of his game, Sid would make him stew
So why would shit be any different? Decades later, his
sarcastic thought, fading into an internal chuckle, just as Sammy
heard the door open up behind him. Well be still
my once teen hormones. If it isn't the one and
(04:44):
only legendary Sammy Scar, you sure don't sound like Sid,
responded Sammy, without a glance or a hint of interest,
You ship him off to babysit, Vince, Neil or something.
Last name's vain, said the middle aged woman as she
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sat on the desk and crossed her mostly bare legs.
But I'm cool if you call me Sherry and Sid
is off babysitting. Your newfound popularity seems that old single
of yours has come back from the dead. No one
really knows why, but since this past Friday, it's suddenly
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become the most streamed song of all time streamed, chuckled Sammy,
still looking down. Didn't they piss on my music enough
when they stopped buying my records in nineteen ninety. Well
you know what they say, Sammy, Some scars never ever
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go away. Well, actually, miss Vain, they just become scabs
on classic rock radio, to be picked at every once
in a while. Well, actually missed scar, snarled Sherry as
she leaned in dangerously close. The kind of attention you're
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suddenly getting again, Sid thinks might be a revival the
likes of Tina Turner or Cher back in the eighties. Well,
I don't think so, share, they both got way better
gams than I do. Besides, I'm currently way more interested
in a long overdue meal at one of my fave haunts.
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So for the next couple of hours, pretty sure Sid'll
know where to find me. Spotting his driver through the
lobby window, Sammy stepped out into the afternoon sun, just
in time to find himself overtaken by an obnoxiously crazy
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mob it was all he could do to keep his
new Randolph shades attached to his face. A sudden tug
and he found himself bouncing around inside the car. What
the Sammy hissed as he glared at the scratched sunglasses.
These fuckers ain't cheap. They're here for you, said a
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voice next to him. Driver to d'antanna's. Now, it had
been a good long while since Sammy had tasted the bracciola,
each bite taking him back in time in the early eighties.
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Simply walking through the door was as good as any reservation.
Same out of the way back table, a refuge from
the screaming teenage girls clamoring to hear that one song,
that one fucking song. And while it never fully disappeared
(08:05):
from the airwaves over the years, for some crazy reason,
withdrawal was all the rage once again. Who the fuck
wants to hear that song? Now, mumbled Benny between bites
their granddaughters nostalgia, my friend answered Sid as he sat down.
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Same chicks, just older and hanging on to the past
for dear life. I guess woke up Friday and you
were a friendly old radio staple, and by the end
of the day you were the hottest thing in music
all over again. Fuck if I know why this past Friday,
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mentioned Sammy the thirteenth. You noticed that too, Sammy, I'm
way ahead of you, already spinning that one to new outlets.
Just a mere mention of a possible tour actually knocked
the ticket site offline for a while. I don't know, Sid,
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said Sammy before chewing another bite. It was fun ten
years ago to play those five thousand seat outdoor spots,
but these days royalties almost pay just enough for me
to be able to just sit at home, squat my
bare ass on the terrace and stare at the beach.
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Oh silly, Sammy, still the fucking wild man, small amphitheaters.
Hugh kidding me. My phone's been ringing off the hook
for you to play way bigger spots like the Bowl
and the Garden. Maybe bigger, bigger, questioned Sammy. You're fucking nuts, Sid.
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A sudden commotion sliced through the conversation as the hostess
nervously walked over include the two men of the growing
congregation outside. See Sammy, this is what I'm talking about,
Sid spit out, before barking into the phone. I need
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you to pull around back. Now, let's get mister Scar
to the Sunset immediately. Come on, Sid, I'm not even
done with my brock now, Sammy. Even the updated decor
at the Sunset Marquee didn't keep Sammy from feeling at home,
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as if all the cigarette smoke and sexual tension that
over the years seeped into the walls somehow remained the
haunted voices of the past kiss stained into the fabric
of each space, every single sweaty rock and roll orgy
and manic coke binge. Being able to get a room
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overlooking the boulevard and the addition of a vintage radio
during the stay only added to the notorious glorious vibe.
Sammy always looked forward to soaking up the decadent aura
and the chance to once again tune in to klos
as station rocking the area since the early seventies, Southern
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California's rock and roll radio ninety five point five KLS
and that was the heart of rock and roll. From
Huey Lewis and the News, this is Geno Mitchellini feeding
your withdrawal symptoms with a new track from Sammy Scar.
New track, My ass grumbled, Sammy maybe a new life.
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Not even the best song I ever put out for
fucking out loud. Sheesh weird though I thought Gino passed
away last year. Sammy closed his eyes as the old
tunes played on the radio, and he felt himself fade away,
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back into nineteen eighty four, just before the big bang
of stardom, when he could walk the half a mile
or so to the whiskey a go go without so
much as a bother, a routine he picked back up
that helped him deal with the bitterness of the glitter
fading in the nineties, the end of his fifteen minutes
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of stardom, cushioned by the consolation prize of his returned privacy,
a smile coming across his face as he slid on
his kicks in preparation for the short, breezy track to
the legendary venue. May I help you with anything, asked
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the hotel concierge as Sammy stepped out of the elevator.
Restaurant reservations, Perhaps call for transportation anywhere? No thanks, replied Benny,
just gonna walk down to the whiskey. I'm not sure
if that's best, said the concierge, as a shriek filled
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the hotel lobby. There's a sizeable group of women trying
to push their way past security out front. What did
somebody tell them, Tommy Lee's cock is staying here or something.
They're here for you, said the voice again. Well, fuck all,
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maybe I'll try to sneak out again a little bit later.
Can you send up a nice bottle of cabernet when
you get a chance, Very good, sir, right away. Even
over the sound of the radio, Sammy could hear the
hum coming from the boulevard of what he figured to
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be the sunset at night. That energy he longed to
snatch up again, and with every slow, nervous step towards
the window, the hum grew louder and louder. As he
inched his face closer to the window, he could see,
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one by one the faces looking up in his direction,
suddenly singing in unison. As he slowly shifted the curtain aside,
wading on the corner where the street lights fade, shadows
drape like curtains on an empty stage. Your footsteps echo,
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but they never stay, just whispers in the wild, a
ghost of yesterday. For a brief moment, Sammy could picture
the crowd in their the younger skin and the energy
left his body. Closing the curtains and his eyes. He
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stumbled back against the hotel room wall as that voice
slid through his head. They're here for you, Here for you,
They're here for you. Sammy, who's here? Sammy mumbled as
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he shook from his sleep. Looking up from his horizontal
spot on the shaggy hotel room floor, Sammy could only
see a pair of bare legs coming down from the
front of the bed, confusing him even further. Brunch time
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is here, laughed Sherry, looking down. Sid is waiting down
stairs in Cavatina. There's plotting and scheming to be had.
Think you can get yourself together? Or do I need
to tell Sid? I'll be down in thirty, Miss Vain.
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Sure you don't need help in the shower, Just thirty,
grumbled Sammy as he opened the door. Order me a
mimosa if you don't mind, just a glass, or asked Cherry,
holding up the empty wine bottle, drawing no response from Sammy.
(16:38):
One mimosa coming up, Rockstar. As he exited the elevator
into the lobby, it was obvious to Sammy that even
just another day later, something was different. Not only was
there more hotel staff than usual, but after years of
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invisible peace, as he walked through crowds this morning, he
found himself nodding endlessly to glances and greetings from everyone
he passed. In his twenties, Sammy would have strutted like
a peacock, but now, at almost sixty, he felt on
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the edge of uneasy, fucking, annoyed, actually strange. Even as
he grabbed his seat, Sammy pointed back towards the restaurant entrance.
It's like an episode of the Twilight Zone. Out there.
Twilight Zone, replied Sid. I know it's early, but Sherry,
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how about we get this guy a cup of coffee? No, no,
I'm good with this, Sammy mumbled, holding up the glass
of mimosa. Guess I'm just not used to being out
and about early enough for people to say good morning
to me. They're here for you. What's that? Said a
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startled Sammy, almost knocking his glass over. Did you guys,
did you hear that? The waitress asked what she could
get for you, smirked Cherry, Yeah, yeah, sorry, stammered Sammy.
Uh steak and eggs medium across the board. Thanks. See,
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some things never change. Sid chuckled as he looked at Cherry.
This guy always with the medium steak and eggs. Well, Sid,
I figured it must be a special occasion, you bringing
a date and all funny you bring that up, mister
Scar added Cherry a date. That is why miss Vane
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we just met. Look, Sammy, Sid spit out as he
shook his head. For some unholy goddamn reason, you're hot
shit again. Sherry and I are just here to make
sure that you get a piece of this unexpected action
before it turns back into popular culture fertilizer again. Well, Sydney,
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chuckled Sammy before taking a bite of steak. At least
I can always count on you to shoot the shit
straight with me. Sammy sat quietly eating his food as
Sid and Sherry babbled on and on about the possibilities
of the hot minute, a full mouthed smile and nod
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in response to suggestions like talk show appearances, concerts, even
meetin greets, only nearly choking when the subject of new
music came up. Na uugh, Sammy tried to spit out,
Are you kidding me? New music? No one gives too
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shit about any new music for me, Well, not actually new,
Sammy scar music per se, chuckled Sid as Sherry put
her hand on Sammy's knee underneath the table. I was
(20:24):
thinking maybe a new dance duet version of Withdrawal with
Melaura Mahua, asked Sammy as he swatted Sherry's hand away.
Ma Laura, teen pop singer that sings that hit song.
Ya fussin' is bustin'. She totally slayed at the MVA's
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this year, added Sid. One of the hottest things going
with the kids at the moment. Yeah no, Dice, snarled Sammy.
My audience, at least what's fucking left of it. Haven't
been kids in about four decades, but there's still kids
at heart, with their own kids and grand That's a
(21:08):
solid No, Sid, I don't care how fussin', tussin' or
whatever kind of ussin she is. She's bustin', snapped Sherry.
She can bust or ass somewhere else for all I care.
Waiter another mimosa please, Well, I guess that means no
new music, Sherry pouted. Well, wait a hot minute, pondered Sammy.
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You mentioned doing a remastered Greatest hits kind of thing.
What if I give you guys an unheard, unreleased tune
as a bonus track? Unreleased, asked Sid curiously, Stars and Scars,
you know the song that the label wouldn't let me
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release as a follow up single to withdraw. They shit
all over that one. But do you know how many
times over the years someone has tried to get their
hands on the master? What that nutcase you found in
your house? Was looking for? Nutcase? Asked Cherry. Oh yeah,
said Sammy, shaking his head. As the cops and the
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white coats were dragging her out, she just kept screaming
over and over by Moon and Star. I claim your light.
Pretty bizarro shit, really, questioned Cherry. Her interest now piqued, really,
replied Sid. Think the headline in the Inquisitor read something
(22:40):
like insane fan puts curse on rock Star. Last we
ever heard from that cuckoo? Probably still locked up or dead,
added Sammy as he glanced at Cherry. Talk about some
throw away the fucking key, crazy ass shit. Oh how
(23:01):
deliciously wicked Time turns the pages, but the stories torn on,
painting memories on a canvas worn. Every second's a needle,
every hour's a thorn. Withdrawal from your love leaves me
(23:23):
battered and torn. Click, God if I never hear that
song on the radio again. While the music business often
left him feeling cold and jaded, returning to his home
on Block Island was anything but for Sammy. Mornings spent
(23:45):
sipping coffee overlooking the ocean from his terrace as the
wind softly massaged his scalp, never once causing him to
feel stir crazy despite his past rock and roll lifestyle.
Fairy access only to the Rhode Island Spot kept the
beaches quiet, with the only passer by being the occasional
(24:09):
resident jogger or dog walker. Often, Sammy would lean his
head back and close his eyes, leaving himself to only
the sound of the ocean and the rhythm of the breeze.
An infinite lullaby, as his Anela would call it as
they cuddled up overlooking the waves while she was still
(24:32):
of this earth. On perfect mornings like this, as Sammy
sat with his eyes sealed, the wind could engulf him
and make him feel like he was sitting with her
arms around him. Still, they're here for you? Who's there?
(24:52):
Spit out a startled Sammy aniela Hello, Sammy answered, Oh, hey, Sid, Yeah, sorry,
I was just daydreaming on the terrace enough to jump
when the phone rang. Yeah, she sure did love it
(25:15):
out there. You should get your old overworked ass a
spot like this and take a break from the rat
race at least every once in a while. Do I
want to be a guest on Espresso yourself with Ava
Big Apple? Sure, said, just shoot me the info. But
(25:35):
I'm telling you, man, you've got to check out this
view hardly ever anyone down on the beach. It's about
damn near perfect this, Sammy, Hey, Sammy, what's that humming noise? Sorry,
said Sammy gasped as he slowly pointed his cell phone
at the beach. It's like outside the hotel. They're all
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looking up here and singing together. They're here for you.
What did you say? Said hot for me all over again? Yeah?
I don't know. This shit's kind of it's kind of creepy.
Do you even realize all the shit it takes just
(26:20):
to get out here? Anyways? Feeling a little shaky. Maybe
maybe I made my coffee too strong. Think you can
send me a lift so I can get out of here. Yeah, yeah,
we'll meet up in the city. Over the years, Sammy
had grown weary of talk show appearances, especially those that
(26:44):
consisted of him sitting at what he considered the ass
crack of dawn in a dressing room, sipping ordered up
crap fox coffee as he waited to trade fake chitchat
with some fly by Night host, eventually putting on a
smile to walk out to the screaming sound of what
Sid later in life called a high school English teacher's
(27:09):
convention over middle aged women in way too short bad
haircuts of the opinion that their online knockoff Sammy scar
t shirts somehow fit well with mom jeans or a
long denim skirt and white tennis shoes. But while Sid
thought it a sad attempt to relive their teen years,
(27:32):
Sammy considered it a privilege to be allowed to forever
be a part of their lives, even if it was
mainly for that one damn song. He even eventually well
mostly got over the fact that they stopped buying his
records once the nineties hit, and even if at times
(27:53):
the five thousand cedars were a little more effort than
they were worth money wise, at least over half the
audience was made up of true fans that could even
sing along to the deepest cuts from all of Sammy's
eighties records. But despite all of his appreciation, the sudden
(28:14):
renewed attention had Sammy feeling awkward and at times a
bit paranoid, enough so to question appearing on the already
scheduled talk show, not wanting to see a promotional opportunity
get pissed down the toilet. Sid luckily had just the answer.
(28:37):
Good morning, and welcome to espresso yourself with Ava this morning,
we're going to do something a little different and inside
the recording studio exclusive with our very special guest, Sammy
scar Good morning, Eva said Sammy. I gotta say the
coffee is bueno. Thank you, Thank you, Sammy. As you know,
(29:02):
we usually have a live audience, and we did receive
quite a few calls from fans that were bummed out
that you wouldn't be in our regular studio, but they
all perked up when it was announced that the reason
for interviewing you in here was to catch you on
a quick break while you're rehearsing for your upcoming new tour,
(29:25):
and I, for one, sure do appreciate you taking the
time to make it happen, Eva, the fans of the
reason that the spotlight is pointing my way once again,
we had to rehearse No way I was going to
diss them by taking a half cocked show out on
the road. Well to clue the fans in on all
the hard work, your longtime manager Sid told me that
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you're going to not only be doing some songs that
you've never played live before, but a song that's also
considered to be the holy Grail of unreleased Sammy Scar songs.
Oh yeah, diehard fans already know that Stars and Scars
was recorded with the intention to be the follow up
(30:08):
single to Withdraw. The label wasn't interested in it being
the next single, so I refuse to put it on
the album or any album after that. You even turned
down the request to put it on the soundtrack to
the horror cult classic The Corvid. So why release it now? Well, Eva,
(30:30):
it was only created as a follow up single to Withdraw,
and with that song unexpectedly becoming a hit a second time,
Stars and Scars has a second chance to follow it.
So you're saying that it took the fans to make
it possible for them to get the Sammy Scar song
that they've always wanted the most. I guess you're right, Eva,
(30:54):
And not only that, it took the fans to make
the very last Sammy Scar wish come true. But I
gotta tell you, fans may have been chasing this song
for years, but it's actually not the last Scar that's
been kept under wraps. Really, Sammy, do tell, Do tell
(31:15):
in due time, Eva, But would you like me to
play you a little bit of Stars and Scars?
Speaker 4 (31:22):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (31:22):
I think everybody watching would love that. Sammy strapped on
his acoustic guitar, playing the first verse as he slowly
walked out of the room midnight. Whispers call my name,
Silver shadows play their game. I got stars inside my
(31:44):
veins and scars that sing in the rain. Breaking news
on Big Apple Radio, traffic was brought to a stop
as fans of eighties rock and roll singer Sammy Scarr
gathered to try to catch a glimpse of the rock icon.
(32:05):
Emergency personnel were brought in to attend to several people,
including Scar, who were found dehydrated and dizzy, the singer,
as well as TV personality Eva, who was at the
studio for a live broadcast of Espresso Yourself were safely
escorted out of the building. It's been reported that following
the departure of Sammy Scarr, fans outside seemed confused and delirious.
(32:31):
It was a little after noon the next day when
Sammy checked out of the er and was wheeled out
the employee entrance to avoid the fans lingering in the
hospital lobby. Having proudly tossed aside the cigarettes and heavy
liquor decades ago, the doctor's suggestion to combat his recent
(32:52):
bouts of fatigue and dizziness amounted to nothing more than
Sammy upping his water intake and maybe cutting back on
sugar and caffeine. Sammy regularly walked or jogged on the beach,
and the doctors actually appreciated his occasional glass of wine.
(33:14):
So the best that could be figured is that due
to nearing sixty, Sammy just needed to take a little
better care of himself. Thank you Sid for the lift,
laughed Sammy as he slid into the limo. I'm so
over all the poking and prodding, sid cooed Sherry as
(33:36):
she pressed against Sammy. Kind of weird, but I can
work with weird. Maybe you'd rather be the one doing
the poking and prodding. I appreciate the offer, but I
think I'll just go back in and call a cab.
I don't think that's going to happen, teased Sherry as
(33:56):
she pointed to the faces pressed against the window. But
don't mind them. They can't see us, and there's not
going to be anything to see, sneered Sammy. Hey driver,
get us out of here. They're here for you. That's
what I keep hearing, mumbled Sammy as he stared out
(34:20):
the window. That's what I keep hearing. Sherry playfully pouted
as she scooted away and fixed her skirt while Sammy
twisted the radio dial. He wasn't totally oblivious that, even
at almost fifty, Sherry was a gorgeous woman with legs
(34:41):
for miles. He just didn't have any use for the
drama that even a quick hand job on the rock
and roll clock might create, no use for anything short
of what he shared with Aniela, a love of a
lifetime that he deemed impossible to find ever again. Now
(35:05):
all that was left was for him to give himself
back to rock and roll. Hey, hey, this is roxy
roller on the big A coming at you. Live with
the huge announcement. The world has been waiting for this
Saturday Times Square nine pm in super huge, loud, live
(35:26):
in color, never before heard just before its release, the
world premiere of long sought out nineteen eighty five Sammy
scar song Stars and Scars, and not just the song kitties.
Are you ready for this? Turns out that forty years
ago Sammy and his band secretly filmed a video to
(35:48):
promote the tune Stars and Scars, a video buried so
deep that no one, including the big wigs at the
record label, knew it even existed until till now. Times
Square will be blocked off. So join Big Apple Radio
right there see Sammy, Crash DC and the late BP
(36:09):
men's together again thanks to never before seen footage. And
if you can't make it out, don't whine and pout.
Check your cable provider or streaming service to find out
how you can watch this very special live event. And now, hey, hey,
back to rock and roll on the big A. So
(36:29):
I take it you and Sid worked out some outlandish
plan for us to watch this whole fucking spectacle right
oh you know it. Spit out Sherry a private rooftop
bash overlooking Time Square from where we'll be. You won't
miss a thing, might even be able to see the moon,
(36:50):
every star and all the lights. Nice, mumbled Sammy, turning
back towards the window. Forty years Huh, guess better late
than fucking never. Clockhands move, but the moments repeat like
a broken record stuck on defeat. I trace the outline
(37:12):
where your lips used to meet. Now it's just the
cold and the pulse in my feet. Time Square rocked
with the sound of Big Apple Radio, bolstered by the
addition of an on screen presentation courtesy of Sammy himself.
(37:34):
From high above. Sammy, Sid and Sherry, along with a
cast of label heads and celebs, watched as the energy
of the crowd below intensified until minutes before nine, when
a video package detailing Sammy's rise caused the whole of
Time Square to literally go fucking nuts to a deep
(38:01):
hum as from his perch, Sammy watched his much older
self on the screen the size of a skyscraper. Tonight, Friends,
because of each other, we come clean. Scars that have
been waiting decades to heal. We are ready. Yes. The
(38:22):
crowd roared a yes in response. Stars and scars, they
write My tale light the sky, or burn the sail.
Every wound just shines so bright, like constellations in the night.
I give you now the video premiere of Stars and Scars.
(38:47):
It was all Sammy could do to hold back tears
as times square became eerily silent, broken by the cheers
applauding the image of a young Sammy, a troubadour's risen
serenade falling from his bloody lips. Midnight whispers call my name,
(39:12):
silver shadows play their game. I got stars inside my
veins and scars that sing in the rain, Highway lines
and rusted dreams, broken guitars and kerosene. I danced with fire,
(39:32):
stole the moon. Now I hum a wounded tune. It
was almost as if Sammy blinked once and the moment
was gone, the entirety of the square below erupting as one,
an eruption that felt longer than the video itself, and
(39:53):
as the party above exchanged congratulations, the gathering slowly settled
into yet another hum. Sammy suddenly froze as he looked
down into the square. Hey, Sid called Sammy, without looking
away from the street beneath his sight. Didn't you say that,
(40:17):
my appearance at this whole shindig would be kept secret.
Yeah yeah, Sammy, Sid replied, No one knows we're up here,
No press, paparazzi, nobody. Then what's this? What's what Sammy? That?
Sammy pointed down to a large group turned away from
(40:38):
the video screen and staring up Sammy's way. Why the
fuck are they looking up here? Fuck if I know,
Sammy sneered Sid. They're your fans, They're here for you.
What did you say, Sammy hollered, nearly knocking over cher.
(41:01):
I said, what's wrong with you? Sammy? You look pale.
I don't know. I feel like someone might have put
something in my in my drink. In the two months
(41:21):
since the Times Square video premiere of Stars and Scars,
Sammy was able to rest and rehearse in preparation for
the first night of the tour thanks to SID. Within
a virtual guarded compound in the Canadian countryside, Sammy and
the band began razor tight as the world outside exploded
(41:44):
in the second coming of Sammy Mania, a mania that
prompted SID to cancel all public appearances in order to
keep Sammy safe for the tour, Setting the stage for
the first of thirteen st sold out nights at the
Hollywood Bowl, easily smashing the record of four consecutive sold
(42:07):
out nights set in twenty seventeen. The possibility of even
a single sold out night anywhere for Sammy had long
been considered impossible to ever achieve again. Just the thought
created so much tension within Sammy that he could hardly
sit still backstage. Sammy shouted, Sid, your insane pacing is
(42:33):
going to cause me to have an anxiety attack. Sit
the fuck down already. Oh, leave him alone, Sherry teased.
You should be ecstatic. You locked up a tiger in
its cage for two months and now he's ready to pounce. Well,
can't he pounce once he gets on stage? Sammy, You're
(42:54):
gonna drive me to drink even more. Hush now, chirped
Sherry as she cornered Sammy. He's gonna chew this audience up, right,
tiger er yeah right, mumbled Sammy as he pushed past.
If you don't chew him up first, If only you knew, Sammy, Hey,
(43:18):
what gives? Sherry asked when she spotted Melaura steadily walking
in her direction. Shouldn't you still be on stage? Those
crazy bitches, through just about everything at me, but their
old lady Bras fumed, Melaura, fuck this, Sammy, you can
have that fucking stage. I'm out. Will you take care
(43:41):
of Sammy while I go try to calm her down?
Sid pleaded with Sherry fucking nutcases. If it's not one thing,
it's another, Sure, Sure, okay, Tiger, you ready to meet
your fanatical audience? Fanatical? Like a boxer being led to
(44:03):
the ring, Sammy stalked toward the stage, head down, toward
a moment he never would have imagined in a million years.
He wondered, just like he did that night in Times Square,
what his Anela would think of all of this, kissing
the cross around his neck that she had gifted him
(44:25):
on their wedding night. As he reached for his guitar,
Everyone good, Sammy asked the band heads down, Go get him, Tiger,
snarled Sherry as Sammy started his rock and roll prep talk,
(44:45):
Go get him. Never thought we'd be here again, and
I'm grateful for those of you who stuck around to
see it, and excited for those of you who only
heard the stories and now get to experience it. We're
here to because of the people right out there that
we're about to come face to face with Let's show
(45:06):
them our thanks, with all that we have to give.
Let's leave every ounce of blood, sweat and tears on
the stage tonight, every ounce. Sherry whispered, every fucking ounce,
And with that, Sammy scar and his band hit the stage,
(45:30):
partly to keep his fans from waiting, partly to get
it out of the way. Sammy kicked straight into his
signature song, caught up in emotion until it was time
to call on his faithful fans to sing the chorus
back to him, And just as the crowd was about
to lose their collective minds, Sammy closed his eyes and
(45:54):
led the way Withdrawal. The ache in my veins, a
hunger so deep, but it's you. I can't tame. The
silence screams louder than thunderous rain, Withdrawal, I'm drowning in
your name, over and over and over in time to
(46:16):
the drums, until Sammy finally opened his eyes. Suddenly, the
audience looked revived and young again as they continued to chant. Shaken,
Sammy caught a glance of his bloody fingers, but as
he stopped playing, a pain shot through his arm, pushing
(46:38):
him to strike back at his guitar, the pain only
returning when he forced himself to try and stop again,
reappearing as he ran towards the side of the stage
and yelled at Sherry. There's something wrong. You eat him up, Tiger,
(46:58):
laughed Sherry as she sang along. No, you don't understand,
Sammy cried as he pointed his head at the rabid audience.
I think they're doing something to me, Sherry. But they're
here for you, Sammy laughed Sherry, causing him to stop
dead in his tracks. Make them feel young again. They're
(47:23):
here for you, And on and on. The endless dance
between Sammy and his faithful followers continued, Sammy's face showing
further defeat with each pass made to seek relief from Sherry. Please, Sherry,
please get me out of this hell. And as it
(47:46):
approached midnight, the audience found itself back in the heart
of time. Sherry looked at Sammy, pointed to the sky
and laughed out loud. They may be here for you,
but by moon and star, I claim your light.
Speaker 5 (48:25):
Wearing on the corner where the street lights feed.
Speaker 6 (48:32):
Shadows dry black curtains on an empty stage, your footstep circle,
but they.
Speaker 7 (48:42):
Never stay, just whispers in the wind, a ghost of yesterday,
sometimes the vags, But the story start. I'll be the
memories on the canls on every second, and he a
very on the wind from your love leads be bad
(49:02):
into wait troll, be aching my.
Speaker 5 (49:09):
Bases on the soul deep.
Speaker 7 (49:11):
But you I can't say the silent screamstowner, then thunderous.
Speaker 5 (49:15):
Main way troll. I'm dropping in your I'm driving in yarney.
Speaker 8 (49:31):
Clock hands more.
Speaker 5 (49:33):
But the moment's repet like a broken record. Stuff going
to feet. I trace the yeutline where you look used
to me. Now it's just the code and the pulse
in my feet. So the pes not the story is told.
Speaker 7 (49:47):
I'm breeding memories on my canns born every seconds, a
needle every hours of thought, a wedrawing.
Speaker 5 (49:54):
From your d Lea's be bad when oh be aching
my Vea's a hung of salt deep.
Speaker 7 (50:04):
But if you I can't take the style of screams ouder,
then under the rainway t I'm trouting.
Speaker 5 (50:11):
In short whack spills through the cracks in the door,
riding your name on the dust of the floor. If
lo is the true, then I'll pour soap ball beggings
(50:34):
over the doors. But your card right so me aching
my base off the salteeth.
Speaker 9 (50:44):
But if you I can't say the stop screams louder
then sounder roust rainway.
Speaker 5 (50:51):
I'm drafted.
Speaker 4 (51:03):
Round round order, midnight of whispers called my name, silver shadows,
(52:16):
please there again. I got stars inside my vain the
scars it sings in the.
Speaker 10 (52:29):
Rain, how it lies in rustic dreams. Rule can get
tars and cares sing.
Speaker 5 (52:50):
I danced with fire, stole the moon.
Speaker 9 (52:55):
Now stars and scar they ride my tail, slide the sky,
burn the seil.
Speaker 5 (53:12):
Everyone just shine right.
Speaker 4 (53:17):
Like a s.
Speaker 5 (53:21):
The night.
Speaker 6 (53:33):
O the clock could take so slow, dusty records play
the show all the ghost They come and go, leaving
marks with roses, groove, cigarette smooth fills in old regrets
(54:11):
and threats to wear.
Speaker 5 (54:15):
I traded love for a lonesome run.
Speaker 3 (54:20):
Now the stars.
Speaker 9 (54:21):
Keep still in time, footsteps inch down a hall.
Speaker 5 (54:30):
Fall, don't grasp begin to fall.
Speaker 7 (54:36):
Every frame of chap too longs they the price for still.
Speaker 11 (54:44):
Look Stars and scars It ride my tail line the
sky burned the sail.
Speaker 5 (54:57):
Very long.
Speaker 8 (54:58):
Just shine sou blacky stars SCOI.
Speaker 5 (55:09):
My tale live, the scour and the seal. He just shoo.
Speaker 1 (55:22):
Black and that My Spookies was withdrawn. Huge thanks to
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John Stony Cannon for his first tale on Weekly Spooky.
Welcome to the club, John, and if you listening have
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