The Mother Fucking Rock
I haven’t evaporated! I did try to, but, you know, pain threshold. Everything’s still happening, unless something isn’t. There may be even more, I dunno. Anyway, in th mean time, here’s a little piece I wrote about Rock music. Consider yourself lucky that you’re reading this, and not listening to the Pat Boone cover of Enter Sandman. Seriously, dat shit not right.
Anyway, here’s the piece. I think it’s going to be a bit of the novel. I’m not sure who’s going to say it. For the record, the first time I really heard rock and roll, it would have been the Doors. I’m not sure which song. Jim Morrison made everything else work, though. Also, I like Cheap Trick.
It would tickle me to no end if every one (hah, since I know how many people that is, it’s funny, so really I mean anyone) would chime in with their own rock music moments. Come on, kids. I know there’s some neat ones.
The actual text is below the cut, and will probably disappoint you.
Do you remember the first time you heard rock music? I do. I don’t mean the first time I heard it, either. Jesus. I’m not seventy years old. I mean the first time I heard it and really listened. It was, I shit you not, Paint it Black. I was, maybe, twelve years old. At that age it probably should have been Nirvana or something that found me but no, it was the Stones, nearly thirty goddamned years ago, that got to me. Have you ever had to hit stop because you just felt something so strongly? A band teacher told us all that about A Day in the Life, once, but I didn’t really get that, until I heard Paint it Black the first time. There’s so much that it could have been, but it was the Stones.
I took that and I wanted to have a huge connection with their whole discography, but I didn’t. Just that one driving drumline, and directed, conversational guitar. I mean, I’ve loved other songs since, but no Stones songs. And I’m not really sure if there will ever be another song like that for me. I mean, you’ve heard it, right? It’s all of the things that a rock song should be. It’s hard, it’s touching and pertinent to both the situation it was written for and anything else you might press it up against, and it’s not like anything else you’ve ever heard, or anything anyone’s going to try.
Beat that, Cheap Trick.
[later edit] okay, there wasn’t a whole lot to fix. This is a piece of something I was writing for the novel, but I’m looking at the novel right now, as a whole, and I can’t decide if the endless asides make the whole tolerable (because there are things that I have trouble with, and I just don’t don’t know if they’re difficult because they’re from my head, or they actually horrifying) or if they’re just wasting time and energy. Oh well, looks like the reading team will have shit to deal with.
Oh man, The Daves I Know just came up on my playlist. Why do I have that?