It's that rush that hits the clit of your soul when you're witnessing something for the first time that will define you for years to come.
— Lisa Jones, 1992

On that rainy Saturday afternoon in '78, when 12-year-old Dyana Sae first peeped pale-faced glitter boy Elton John wailing an ode to electric boots and mohair suits in front of the gawking black teenagers on Soul Train (dressed like a side-show freak, he was the show's first white performer), her life changed forever. Indeed, after watching E.J. intensely bang the piano, she felt compelled to shove all her inherited Motown discs to the back of the clothes closet.

In her frilly bedroom, with its floral spread, pink curtains and antique dresser, there were four worn boxes full of Motown 45s and albums; having once belonged to Dyana's mother, who had abandoned both the records and her baby girl long ago, these were the only records Dyana had ever owned. Still, that day she was ready to hear some brand new sounds.

Afraid to admit it aloud, after hearing "Bennie and the Jets", Dyana declared herself America's latest rock chick. While it was difficult to walk away from papa smooth Smokey Robinson, sequined queens The Supremes and the afro-sheen of The Temptations, as her number spot owning Grandma Virginia (who was now her guardian), a silver haired, freckled face woman in her mid-40s, liked to say, "A little bit of change can be a good thing."

Feeling she had learned enough about dancing in the street, lonely highways and love children, Dyana (whom the nuns at St. Catherine's called "precocious," while her own family thought of as "an old soul") was more than ready for her first brush with pre-teen musical revolt.


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