I'm curious: If you had a time machine, what are four things you would do? Here are mine: 1: Go to the Beatles' first performance at the Cavern Club. 2: Go to a Led Zeppelin concert- any Led Zeppelin concert, it really doesn't matter. 3: Go to a Queen concert 4: Go to a David Bowie concert- specifically, his last performance as his alter-ego Ziggy Stardust.
As you can probably tell, I'm a fan of classic rock.
Once upon a time, I lost my grip on reality. I spent years with my head in the clouds, dreaming of a life I could not have. I fell in love with people I'd never met, became attached to places I'd never been. I waited for the impossible to happen- for those dreams to become a reality. One day I realized I would be waiting forever. What had started off as daydreams became so real to me, and I wondered every day when my "real" life would start. I accepted that if this continued I would live a dismal, unfulfilled, life, unable to become attached to anyone or really live. I couldn't go on like this.
For years, the music industry has been dominated by autotuned, lipsynching pop stars singing about... well, nothing in particular. (No offense to anyone, I respect all music tastes, even ones I don't agree with. Well, except Justin Bieber.) I listened to the classic rock legends of old and was sure that these were belonging to the one golden age of music, a time when music was meant to say something, not just blast the same meaningless radio dribble out of out headphones. Of course, we still have some of the old rock stars performing, but these are mere echoes, like a faded, threadbare pair of jeans- really, you've got to admire them for holding on, and some are still actively coming out with music, but to be honest, rock and roll was an aging style. And really, isn't it time the Rolling Stones retired? For real this time, not the ten times they've claimed to. They all hate each other, anyway. And now...
It's all I've ever wanted to be I've only ever wanted to set my words free I wanted to stand on a stage in the light I wanted to be a star in my own right I'm loving the music, I don't care about the money Please don't laugh, it isn't funny To take someone's dreams and throw them in the fire I said I could make it- don't call me a liar Just because you've got a nice guitar Doesn't mean I couldn't make it just as far You've got all those pretty friends But it really won't mean a thing in the end Don't say I'm jealous- I say you're too proud I'm out on the rim while you're in with the crowd It's YOU who said nobody just wants a singer That without a guitar I'd never be a winner THEN I'LL LEARN
ATTENTION This message contains urgent information concerning a group of DANGEROUS FUGITIVES that pose and immediate threat to ANYONE WHO THEY COME IN CONTACT WITH. The year is 1978. The place is the United States of America (The threat is hopefully restricted to the North Coast). And an Extra Terrestrial being HAS BEEN DETECTED ON EARTH.
Give me just one rebel chance Let me watch the fire dance Let me be the freak I am Let me do it "because I can" Give me life, I know I'll use it Take my love, please don't refuse it Give me smiles, I'd love to see them Take my hand, I'll show you freedom Because the sky is just so clear Because for once we're without fear Because I'm not like them, you see But promise you'll still care for me Give me just one rebel choice Let me sing in my own voice Let me belong where I do In total freedom... alongside you
There she is, in all her glory Looking down into the street Roses in her honey hair Like honey, she is sweet Stop and wonder, stand a while 'Til the sun leaves the day Lift your head, and call her name But she laughs and turns away Wearing white, a silken gown With lips as red as wine You turn to go, she calls to you "Come back and stay sometime!"