We learned more from a three minute record baby, than we ever learned in school…
Yes, words to live by. And I’ve kind of felt that way for most of my life. Don’t get me wrong. I never busted out of class (Well, OK…I did once, but I got a detention for it. Proof of my lack of rebel stature.) or anything like that. Heck, I even went to college. Damn, what an elitist! I followed along the well-marked trail that I was supposed to follow. School. Marriage. Career.
But none of that ever meant as much to me as a clanging guitar making its way through a three-chord rock and roll song. For years I’ve been waiting for this situation to reverse itself, for that successfully-executed Microsoft Excel macro to light up the sky. Only then would I be an adult, fully embracing the “real” world.
I guess it’s just not meant to be. I’ve got plenty of responsibilities in this life, but none of them can diminish the power that music can unleash.
Does this make me immature? I guess I can live with that.
Up next: Bobby Jean
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