Perspective is everything

I came to a saddening realization today. When I was a young, impressionable teen looking for a hero I would often idolize rock stars in alternative bands. If you know me at all, the notion of someone who turned out to be the way that I am having my heart go flippity flop at the moanings and ramblings of some coke-addled highschool dropout is actually kind of funny. I'm not saying that all rock stars are like that (many of them are respectable and just plain good people), just the ones I was fawning over.

Oh how I adored the way they would tell the world to just "Fuck off!" or how they'd deconstruct their barely constructed songs to show how the world really is crumbling around us. They'd slur their words, throw their instruments around and act like really obnoxious jerks. I just couldn't get enough of it.

So this realization? I occurred to me today, as I was walking up the steps to my office, that these boys weren't raging against the dying of the light nor were their tousled good looks the product of some antiestablishment plan. No. They were drunk. The lot of them were loud, no doubt smelly, unkempt drunks. When they'd forget the words to their songs, stumble around the stage or just stand there apathetic staring into space it wasn't because they were thoughtful. It was because they'd blacked out in a drunken haze. The great messy hair... it wasn't product. It was fashioned by repeated nights of passing out in exciting positions and waking up just in time for sound check.

I'm so disillusioned now.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Lies" by EMF

HRH