Rock n' Roll (It's been a long time since I)
Ever since day one I wanted to make rock n' roll. I guess there is a difference between being "just a fan" and being committed. But frankly, I always doubted myself because of my bad pitch. Luckily it's the kind of thing you can work out with hard labor, listening, thinking. I doubted because I wondered if it was some hard-won LaLaLand fantasy that I was clinging to as I rapidly skated towards age thirty, happy-go-lucky and broke. There's no use in trying to pretend that I have common sense. But I do sometimes know how to keep a beat.
I make rock n' roll with my body now; I always have. Doubt is the enemy of art. It's like speaking a foreign language; you have to be prepared to look stupid. Some people are "go go go" from the first minute, and those people have to be careful that they don't burn out. We all know someone who did now. We all have that embarrassing and heartbreaking not-so-secret.
But it's time now, to plug in the amp and makes these tones together work. It's always work, no matter what anyone says. It's a strange energy to this, that used to be mostly masculine but that I don't think is anymore. This is working with your hands, the perfect refuge for those who are used to it or those who always wanted to but were never too good at it to begin with. There's not the same kind of worry about syntax or eloquence. This is fucking punk rock. This is what comes out of you every day and it's best expressed in a few chords and loud, loud wanderings with a steady tribal drum. "I want candy," "I wanna be sedated." We said. We were a part of history with the shows we went to. We were a part of something that's now faded in time but that a little bit, somewhere, in a hidden suburb, some kids whom we'd rather hang out with than stuffy office job assholes, are keeping alive.
Writers are degenerates, we are truly the scum of the earth. This, if any of us are decent people amidst that constant reality, we make no secret of. But to play rock n' roll, fucking punk rock, is to be close to God for a few minutes. Whether God exists or not. You are a god when you make music.
I make rock n' roll with my body now; I always have. Doubt is the enemy of art. It's like speaking a foreign language; you have to be prepared to look stupid. Some people are "go go go" from the first minute, and those people have to be careful that they don't burn out. We all know someone who did now. We all have that embarrassing and heartbreaking not-so-secret.
But it's time now, to plug in the amp and makes these tones together work. It's always work, no matter what anyone says. It's a strange energy to this, that used to be mostly masculine but that I don't think is anymore. This is working with your hands, the perfect refuge for those who are used to it or those who always wanted to but were never too good at it to begin with. There's not the same kind of worry about syntax or eloquence. This is fucking punk rock. This is what comes out of you every day and it's best expressed in a few chords and loud, loud wanderings with a steady tribal drum. "I want candy," "I wanna be sedated." We said. We were a part of history with the shows we went to. We were a part of something that's now faded in time but that a little bit, somewhere, in a hidden suburb, some kids whom we'd rather hang out with than stuffy office job assholes, are keeping alive.
Writers are degenerates, we are truly the scum of the earth. This, if any of us are decent people amidst that constant reality, we make no secret of. But to play rock n' roll, fucking punk rock, is to be close to God for a few minutes. Whether God exists or not. You are a god when you make music.
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