Saturday, October 11, 2003
Reinventing Axl Rose
From the great planes to Niagara, rout 66 straight to California…
Do you ever get that funny feeling deep down in your chest when you are in love with some one? When hearing their voice, makes feeling swell inside you, a simple smile can turn the worst day of your life into pure happiness? Washing away all the bad and horrible things in your life. When the feeling inside you swells to such a size that you fell as if you will explode? All you want to do is latch onto them and never ever let go?
Then, then when they so leave… you feel like you are dying. Like your soul left with them and your heart sinks to an unimaginable low, and the only thing keeping you going is the desperate hope that you just may see them again?
I have not felt this way in years, and years. The kind of over whelming emotion is something that I am just plain not used to and I am starting to scare myself! I make fun of people for being this way on a semi-daily basis! How could I allow myself to fall so in love with some one who may not even know who I am?
Then to make it worse again, my love is the band Against Me!
Every time I hear one of their songs, my chest swells with love. I want to write their lyrics on the walls of my room, build shrines in their honour across the city. Hand out bundles of burnt CDs to random strangers on the street. I want to show the world what true love is!
Yet, I still worry. There is that feeling deep down inside me, that maybe; just maybe… they aren’t as good as I think they are. I mean, I know that most people wouldn’t like this type of music. No matter how many times Nathen or Dave make me listen to apes screaming at each other I know I will never love rap. So I do understand that people may not like this music…so I find myself in an odd situation… it is like when you like some one, but you are worried that your friends think she/he is lame, so you don’t want to tell them you like them, in case they start making fun of you.
But, I started a sentence with “But,” and I love them.
Two, three, four,
Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
There's no need to shit talk or impress
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon
And every promise that's made and broke
is meant if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back
Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear.