An Open Letter to Smokey Robinson

Dear Smokey: “And maybe you’ll go away and never call/And a taste of honey is worse than none at all,” poured out of the battered transistor AM radio as two mascara teared fifteen year olds keep a constant vigil at the silent phone. Whatever heartfelt teenage tragedy I was lamenting over, Somkey, you always made me feel worse; which at fifteen was better, because you can really get off on feeling sorry for yourself, syrupy love poems and True Confessions.

April 1, 1972

Sign Into Your Account

Registered CREEM subscribers can access the complete CREEM archive.


Don’t have an account?