I have a dear old friend Rocco. His real name is long and Irish but he has been known as Rocco Sacco for longer than I have known him. I remember the first time I spotted him on the street. He was riding a one speed bicycle full speed down Larchwood Street in West Philadelphia and it was 1987. He was wearing black Chuck Taylors, plaid Bermuda shorts, a crisp white shirt, and sported a full on pompadour. I thought to myself WHO was that creature. That was Rocco Sacco, lead singer of the Fabulous Fonda’s and the Ambush Bugs (watch after the 5:28 mark). Eventually, he worked in the same hip corner store as my boyfriend and we got to know each other. I remember him coming to a warehouse punk rock shows dressed to the nines with his drummer girlfriend who sported a sharp black bob haircut. It was all so 1980’s and they were so impressive.
The crazy boyfriend moved on and I worked with Rocco. I was in a really bad place. Completely depressed. So depressed I tried to take my life and I was sick and in the hospital. He tried to visit me in the hospital but could not make himself go into the hospital. Instead, he slept nightly on my couch for months. He lived elsewhere but he made sure I was never alone. I grew to love Rocco more and more. He was part of my evolution. He was there when I joined Thorazine and as we found success he loved to boast how much he cared for me. I cared in the same way. He needed a place to stay while we were on tour and I gave him my room, although it was a mess by the time I got home and I was annoyed. It didn’t matter. We are tied together, a found family of sorts.
Rocco is now taking care of his elderly mother on the Jersey Shore where we are on vacation. I invited him to meet up. I know Rocco is not a beach kinda guy, but he found me and I dragged him onto the beach. He was so Rocco. Dressed as always, with a beret. Elliott was happy to see my friend, the quintessential character, knowing how much he means to me. He visited with the kids who keep asking when he could come back to be with us. He listened to Ryan and his obsessions and talked to the kids as people in his special Rocco way. Today as we showered after the beach Ryan declared that he could not wait to see Rocco again. I said I felt the same way. It was that great a visit. He listened to the boys and loved them because they were a part of me and he helped me to celebrate the amazing life I have after so much pain.
I hope I see him again sooner than later. I love my found brother who chose to help me save my life.