Temporal Thoughts On A Timeless Issue

A lot of us have reached an age when our musical heroes begin to die off. No surprise, of course, life is a temporary affliction. Still it seems shocking to me when another icon passes. In the last year we've lost so many, musicians with whom we grew up, whom we copied, stalked, emulated, venerated, slept with, wanted to sleep with.... I suppose every generation goes through the same thing - the loss of cultural signposts that have guided and informed their wanderings through this existence. 

As we get older it seems that we're busier, and as we get busier it seems we forget to take the time to appreciate our surroundings - physical, sonic, cultural. I know I forget. It takes the loss of another of beacons of my youth to remind me how temporal all this stuff really is.

Please enjoy this performance from the latest addition to Rock and Roll heaven. Maybelline

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  • Darrell Elmer Rodgers

    Darrell Elmer Rodgers Las Cruces, NM

    I've thought about this for the past several years now. Maybe it's because we've lost so many, or maybe it's because have so few left. These were the giants through whose lives we vicariously lived our own dreams. Suddenly, they're gone, and we are left with nothing but the wispy smoke of a once raging flame - like the rusted-out remnant of a once dazzling hot rod. We well remember how the show car should look and feel, but we've run out of energy to build one for ourselves. My planned remedy is to "customize" my old dream into a new lighter weight version I can build and operate all by myself. Maybe I'll find a few fellow dreamers who like the "rat rod" version of my former design and choose to build one too, or maybe just ride along. That would be cool too. As long as we travel this road together, it won't matter what we're driving.

    I've thought about this for the past several years now. Maybe it's because we've lost so many, or maybe it's because have so few left. These were the giants through whose lives we vicariously lived our own dreams. Suddenly, they're gone, and we are left with nothing but the wispy smoke of a once raging flame - like the rusted-out remnant of a once dazzling hot rod. We well remember how the show car should look and feel, but we've run out of energy to build one for ourselves.
    My planned remedy is to "customize" my old dream into a new lighter weight version I can build and operate all by myself. Maybe I'll find a few fellow dreamers who like the "rat rod" version of my former design and choose to build one too, or maybe just ride along. That would be cool too. As long as we travel this road together, it won't matter what we're driving.

  • bubbe

    bubbe scottsdale

    Gyrating to Chuck Berry's Maybelline caused great concern to my father, he considered himself a musician with a great ear for music. I remember he would listen to Spike Jones and I would think "really".

    Gyrating to Chuck Berry's Maybelline caused great concern to my father, he considered himself a musician with a great ear for music. I remember he would listen to Spike Jones and I would think "really".

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