Three of life's greatest pleasures. Sins? Well I'm pretty sure that Rock 'N' Roll keeps me sane. I wonder, how did this sub-culture become? Aerosmith? Rolling Stones? (I don't consider The Beetles Rock and Roll, really it's more of a monotonous British Invasion bullshit sort of sound...) or does it go all the way back to Elvis Presley. Elvis was about bucking the system, doing something people thought was outrageous. He made it amazing. Women swooned at the sight of his hip gyrations. He made "loud and inappropriate" music. He changed a nation. He made a way of life. I have been reading this book. "The Heroin Diaries" by Nikki Sixx of Motley Cure. I would highly recommend it to anyone with any sense of relationship to the rock lifestyle. To me, rock is something that makes me wanna stand up and belong to the uprising. I know it's not fully accepted. I know it's loud, rude, and crazy. That's why I like it. To me music is about expressing something so deep and so true that only the honest sounds of your being can convey it. Scream it fucking out! "Hell hath no furry like a small town boy with a dream." Nikki Sixx said that, and it embodies what I'm talking about. Anybody, anywhere, can have this feeling, a yearning to connect with something so raw, yet so powerful. I love the whole persona. The tattoos, the drinking, the loud ass music, hating the cops, the avalanches of coke, hookers, strippers, groupies, roadies, tours, and the mother fucking attitude. I think ZZ Top had it nailed in a lyrical phrase "Naked women and beer, we got it all right here." A lifestyle that reaches beyond their wildest dreams. Nikki Sixx summed it up on the Girls, Girls, Girls tour.
Top 5 Tour Activities
1. Crashed Limos? 1
2. Cocaine? It's snowing 8-Balls
3. Whisky? By the gallon
4. Whores? More than we can take advantage of..
5. Repercussions? none
God Bless Rock 'N' Roll
Sometimes I wish I could throw myself into a life like that again. I was having fun. The problem is not everyone gets the luxury of #5 on that beautiful list. Life takes it's toll. Being addicted to drugs, never seeing home, fucking strippers on the road instead of your wife at home, screaming the same, once angst riddled songs, and praying you don't wake up tomorrow is no way to live. It all comes down to that. Always. It will end. It always does. I'm marking my journey through my soul by marking my body with tattoos. I plan to continue. If anybody doesn't like the way I live my life they can kiss my large, white, tattooed, mother fucking ass. And that ladies and gentlemen is why rock lives on. The mother fucking attitude of it all. Any god damn questions? I didn't fucking think so!
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