Long live Rock and Roll. |
With music I am never alone, be it Ozzy Osbourne, Elvis Presley, or Metallica entering as Sandman, or the ever melodic Cyndi Lauper offering Time After Time, or even the hip-hopping moon-walking energy of Michael Jackson, honoring Billie Jean (how can you beat it?) And so I lose myself like loose keys among autumn leaves, bask in manic riffs and beats, guitars alive and free, the snap of snare and keyboards adding mood. Bands like Styx and Stones, songs to Light My Fire preserved like gold in gray matter. Neurons flash a firestorm of musical memory... ...only yesterday I was Back in the USSR, (Beatles‘ White Album), Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, Rocky Raccoon and dear old Martha. A Rush of blood, AC/DC electric in the spine, Kansas, Boston, Chicago and I am in the Driver’s Seat. The Animals that come and go, Steppenwolf, Turtles, Stray Cats and butterflies made of iron. Some jazz adds to the show as Steely Dan eyes ELO, and maybe Peter Frampton feels the way I feel, as Country comes a-truckin’ home from Asia to Sweet Home Alabama. Despite dinner music, Folk, Reggae, I’d rather stick to rock and roll. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 3-18-16 _______ Requirements: --never alone --time after time --beat it --I’d rather stick to rock and roll |