Down in Panama, I got it bad, because every now and then, something hits me. Something hits me so hard that I jump from the impact it has on me, but it doesn’t bring me down. I get up and think about what could have possibly been the realization I had surely been impacted by so much… The thought slides and I let my music break free from the amp with a turn of a knob and the stomp of a pedal. Oh, how the craziness fills me with such an awesome power, or maybe that’s just the sun warming up my face from the window. For a minute, I start thinking of high school and my older brother, Alex. The things we did together, the fights we fought, and the teachers… OH, the teachers… I had the hots for one of them some time ago and believe me when I say that she really got me. Everybody wanted some of that, even some of the teachers wanted some, but who knows what happened to her after that bell rang senior year. I was runnin’ with the devil after school was done, ‘cause what I saw afterwards would really rock your cradle, but now’s a completely different story since there’s nothing much left to do after Janie’s stop cryin’, and the fame is unchained from the gallows that were my desire to make it big… I make it back to see Dave when I feel I’ve reflected enough and I tell him that the world around me has stopped turning for the band, but he gives me a fair warning and says, “Ed, I hope you aren’t having those B.S. dreams of being an ice cream man back in Pasadena ’cuz I have a different kind of truth that will make your head have an eruption.” I smile and say, “Dave, I pray to God that right now, you’re not joking like you always do.”
Life can get the best of anyone. Even the one you and I consider perfection. Like baseball, things are thrown in all directions of the diamond at every speed imaginable, and as much as you try to overcome each one, a curve-ball is used every once in while when you’re up to bat. “You fall, you get back up”, that’s how life works as far as old adages go. All these objectives thrown at you, however, make others suffer as if playing a terribly difficult game of Castlevania. Some have the modern day troubles of being a teenager plus a couple more obstacles thrown at you, but this math problem isn’t one you’d like to be stuck solving if you’re put to the test. Those who are, fail beyond epic proportions, but it’s not their fault for such tragic events happening. No, it is only the consequences of this world where the game-pieces are set and the final destination is chosen by you when given the choice. You see, the world as I see it isn’t ending anytime soon, so I wonder what will become of me once life gets the best of me. It put me to the test just a few weeks ago, and though life won that battle, the long and eventually victorious civil war has been declared with me as its opponent. Unlike most others whose lives know nothing of their weakness, life understands that my one true weakness is love and severing that from my whole entire entity will create a gaping hole in my heart the size of a vinyl record. Lord knows how life moves in her mysterious ways, and we can only take it in an abundance as it crushes our freedom and our hearts, but until we take lead and win the war against life’s deadly grip on everything in sight, everyday is Bull Run.
You’re my best friend, Brian, and I want you to help me let everyone know that we’ve got what it takes to win the bicycle race one day because we are the champions. I want our souls to shine with the intensity of a killer queen, and like our fathers before us, win and shout out how we feel when victory will hit our faces. We shall sing a Bohemian Rhapsody and tell a tale where we completely shatter anyone’s chance of success for this two wheeled competition. There will come a day where those who do oppose us on that fateful day in the near future will go stone cold crazy from our incredible achievement as another one will bite the dust and add to the countless others who have tasted the bitter taste of defeat, so don’t stop me now. We will rock anyone because our will to win ignites as quickly as our urge to prevail does, because you’re my best friend, Brian, and you make me live.
Come as you are, and I will come as I am. Inside my heart-shaped box holds the key to my heart, something that only one person in the entire world holds onto, and when I pass from this world, she will still hold it knowing that the only thing it could unlock is gone, but still keeping it near and dear to her. All apologies to those standing my range of fire, for those who approach my wrath will surely wish they were in a lake of fire than in my vicinity. Breed when the time is right, for those who don’t will only wonder what is and what could have been. My heart lives off lithium, and I ignore those who say I’m too plain, because I’ve found God and my will is good. We are the “I Generation”, caring way too much for ourselves and lacking the stench of teen spirit for others that we desperately need to have. The man who sold the world must surely be dumb in the sense that our world isn’t one to be sold, it’s one to be shared and lived taking full advantage of our resources. I invite everyone who reads the words I speak to strive to reach their personal Nirvana and live to see that not everything in life is about a girl.
Tumblr to me is an escape into paradise where my feelings become apart of the world to read, where my mind runs rampant, and where expressing yourself becomes apart of the norm with no real consequences confronting you. My love for rock and roll is for the whole world to see, and my admiration for Led Zeppelin and the skills that Jimmy Page possesses is an admiration that can be seen on my page. We all at one point use Tumblr to express ourselves, to give a hint that we’re feeling like the world is on our shoulders and this very website becomes our lifeline that we depend on for the very sanity we so desperately cling to. We all have feelings we hold back in person, but that’s why Tumblr is here for me and you to relate to others who feel the same, or to express love which you couldn’t do in person, to say exactly how you feel about a special someone, kinda like how I feel right now. Whether there’s beauty on the outside or the inside, or whether you have intelligence or ignorance, everyone deserves to heard, and you can do that here on Tumblr where everyone is welcome.
Phony Beatlemania, as Joe Strummer put it quite enthusiastically in “London Calling” from from his band The Clash, never bit the dust after the band broke up on April 10, 1972. In fact, it grabbed a hold on life and never let go because besides Strummer, we ALL hold a special place in our heart for two things: a special boy or girl and the Beatles. They’ve taught us more than any teacher or any rubbish that our parents could ever teach since they stepped down that plane in 1964, and ever since that fateful night in December the 8th of 1980 with the death of John Lennon, any chance of the Fab Four ever gracing the lighted stage once more was crushed. I’m sure anyone can relate to me when I say that when I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me speaking those words of wisdom that I remind myself everyday: Let it Be. Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da, life goes on my friends, boys and girls, and we should come together and show the world what we’re made of and tell them that all anyone would ever need in their lives is love, and that each and every one of us are willing to share it with the person next to us, regardless of what they look like. Across the universe hides the virtually unknown, and you just may find Lucy in the sky with the diamonds that escapes your vision every so often. My guitar weeps gently for those souls who don’t break free of the all the troubles they face everyday, but the bright side to their problems is that with a little help from their friends, they’ll get back to doing what they do eight days a week. As for me? Well, friends and all, in my life, I am merely a string in the never-ending guitar that binds us all together to the frets of life to spread the love I freely offer to anyone looking for it because I’m a dreamer and I’m not the only one.
It’s the same old song and dance for all those who are in the world of Drugs, Sex and Rock and Roll, my friends. That doesn’t exclude the Boys from Boston, who used to be in the line of fire of any negative perk of being a rock star, such as the notorious drug use that named Steven and Joe, the Poison Twins. Sweet emotions are always going around when it comes to these five, and whether there’s love in an elevator that’s the cause of their doing, or girls walking their way, they show no signs of stopping anytime soon. If you think that the end of Aerosmith is on the horizon, then dream on.
Exiled from Main Street, the glamour twins and company walk these long roads that run throughout the world. Met by fame at every corner, they’ve experienced it all. Eating at the Beggar’s Banquet and having sticky fingers afterwards, letting the wounds bleed that some girls gave them from being chased by hordes of them while riding wild horses back in the day, no boundary encloses them. Drugs, LSD and all, not a single one dazes them from living the dream and tumblin’ the dice that propels their popularity to monumental levels. Ever wonder how it feels to not get ANY satisfaction? Ask Mick and he’ll tell you you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might just get shattered by the beast of burden. Now if you ask Keith or the rest of the gang, they’ll just tell you that “It’s Only Rock and Roll, but I Like It.”
All it takes is a man from Kickapoo and a down-on-his-luck guitarist struggling to pay his rent to realize that the revolutionary music they create is melodically crazy. The one they call Jables has a voice that’s so powerful that it blows people’s minds unintentionally, and the one they call Kage has a guitar prowess that is insurmountable to those who die still playing the so-called “greatest song in the world”. Both had the insignia encrypted onto them that would forever be known that a force too great to comprehend is entering our atmosphere: Tenacious D.
Over the hills and far away, lies the Stairway to Heaven, a spiritual structure that sits just past the ocean that likes to sway near the Misty Mountains where the spirits fly to meet their ultimate destination. Rambling on and on about how great it’s been foretold to be will not justify how truly awe-striking it is. The rumors have it that the mystical black dog that wonders near the stairway foretells your destiny as you take the first steps, and those caught staring at the stairway will be dazed and confused upon the first gaze. Only those who are worthy of taking the stairway can make it to the top, and those who aren’t worthy are heartbreakers foolin’ in the rain that will wither away from loneliness. A living, loving maid has been said to have finish the stairway, but she’s just a woman that knows all the stores are closed when she gets there and with with a word she can get what she came for. All my love goes out to those souls slowly reaching the end of the Stairway to Heaven, for they will see the four who reign supreme: Zoso, Bonzo, Robert and John.