Showing posts with label The Who. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Who. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Rock and Roll Myth

I couldn't figure out what was so appealing to me about Rock and Roll for the longest time. It wasn't my childhood. I was raised on country music. It wasn't the music itself. Some of it, I could do without.

So I dug and dug into my soul and I have finally figured it out: it's the myth, the legend that accompanies each band that I worship that draws me in.

When I listen to Led Zeppelin, I am convinced Robert Plant is singing to me, telling me that he wants to be my "backdoor man."

When I hear the Stones, I buy into their excessive boozy image. I buy into the heroin mythology of Keith and the mystery that surrounds Brian Jones death.

When Freddie Mercury hits those insanely high notes, he is sharing in my search to find "Someone to Love."

When Iggy Pop carouses around the stage freaking out on drugs, and rubs peanut butter on his chest, he embodies my sense of adventure.

Rock and Roll says everything I want to say. It says "I fucking hate you", "I love you", "I want to sleep with you", and "I want nothing to do with you". It says everything that is hidden deep below the surface.

So when I put on a Who track, like "Behind Blue Eyes" I really do mean, what is going down behind my blue eyes. I connect with it more than any other type of music no matter how carnal it is.

It's much like what Penny Lane says in Almost Famous (see previous post) when you get lonely, you go to a record store and visit your friends. I really do feel like Mick Jagger is a friend of mine. That I understand the inner workings of Gram Parsons, that Jimmy Page and I connect on a spiritual level.

Rock and Roll myth is that the Rock Stars get you. They understand you. They are your friends. So when I listen to the Doors, I say to myself: "He may not love me but Jim Morrison sure as hell does..."

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Crystal Cave Pt.2





Inside the Crystal Cave.
Wine
My recent vinyl purchases
Fainting goat shirt
Fav. natural root beer
Vans and moccasins

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I'ma Make You Explode


Keith Moon
My b-day buddy and Rock God Supernova.
Such an angelic face and special soul.
So demented and fiery.
He created antics everywhere he went
and charmed the shit out of the
non-believers.
He had a penchant to cross-dress.
So what?
Gone too soon, but my, did he
sure go out with bang!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Roger From Oz...


Holy shit! The Who smash guitars and blow the stage up.
Keith Moon is in his prime.


Sunday, August 15, 2010

Behind the Arctic Eyes..



First off,
I fucking love the 70's when
beautiful boys like Roger Daltrey
said goodbye to their modish hair cuts
and let their golden manes grow out.

Roger is killer
not just because of The Who
but just for the fact that
he wears that little leather
native ensemble.
No one else could pull that off.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Rock and Roll Circus






2 Days ago I watched a film called
The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll circus
with a fellow music fanatic.
We were exploding with enjoyment watching it.
Since then, I've been obsessing about how
fantastic it really was.
The show takes place at the circus
and features, along with the Stones, The Who, John Lennon, Yoko,
Taj Mahal, and Jethro Tull.

Highlights include a 70 year old acrobatic couple,
Brian Jones bloated face, and the luscious
Mick Jagger strutting around
without a shirt on.
Also, Yoko does some type of "ballad"
that is beyond any explanation.

Watch this and go to the circus with the Stones...