Fieger said when he met Sharona Alperin – he was 25, she was 17! – "It was like getting hit in the head with a baseball bat; I fell in love with her instantly. And when that happened, it sparked something and I started writing a lot of songs feverishly in a short amount of time."
Here's the 17-year-old temptress on the cover of the single:
But [sigh] romances end. Teenagers grow up; Sharona is now a real estate agent in L.A. Happily a great rock song is forever. Enjoy while you read what's next...
Recently, poet Sherman Alexie wrote a poem that honors "My Sharona." Good stuff.
Ode to My Sharona – Sherman Alexie
It opens with that insistent drumbeat---
And them comes that filthy bass riff---
And then he pleads---
He sings–he preaches---he lifts---
He st-st-st-st-st-stammers his need
For Sharona. He doesn't hedge or hide----
He interrogates---he declares---
He loves her kind---he wants her eyes and thighs---
And, damn, it makes me remember how much
I wanted to solve the mystery---
To ask and touch
That girl---that girl---that pretty,
Pretty girl---O, hush---O, rush---O, blush---
She was every other constellation---
She was a powwow bonfire---
A red choir---
A deer drum shaking the reservation---
And though I haven't kissed her in decades,
I can still feel the sweet hurt
Of removing her shirt---
Jesus, her scent and taste refuse to fade---
She was heat lighting----she was corona---
She was storm---she was river flood---
She was the salt inside my blood---
She was---she was---she was my Sharona.
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