Rock Rocks my inner soul

PROVE TO ME THAT. YOU’RE DIVINE—TURN MY WATER INTO WINE

So the most powerful story in Christendom

 Becomes a full blown orchestral rock opera and since I heard it in sixth grade or so it has put. “Too much heaven on my mind.” Before then  there were groups like the Monkeys, the Trashmen, and the like.  Oh sure I had  dipped into a little Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis here and there,however this Little Rock opera jacked me up and sent me searching for  a Stairwy to Heaven which I believe  I found on the Dark side of the Moon.  The first time I played a juke box for myself—I mean the songs I wanted to hear—was at a little community center in West Burlington where a quarter got you three songs or two games of Pinball.  I drifted between  listening to Pinball Wizard and becoming one.  

It seemed like  most of my friends heard the  music, however somewhere down in my soul it seemed more like the music heard me.  By the time I hit high school a good number of the hit songs started  having elements of what. Would become disco in them, however, by then I had discovered Jimi and Dylan, The Who, the Stones, and Beatles so top forty (which I could still get on my little GE transistor. Radio didn’t seem to matter so much.  I had just about given up completely on pop except for a few Elton john tunes when I happened to be glancing at American Bandstand and this “music video” featuring Freddy Mercury and Queen shattered the airwaves on that Saturday.  He3re was another opera type thing called Bohemian Rhapsody and that convinced me once again that rock musicians held the creative keys to my spirit.  Quite frankly these types of tunes encouraged me to sing in church just to see what notes would. Come out of me because I wasn’t sure. The notes I heard certain singers  put out were of human origin.  

At some point I graduated from. 45s  to Albumns and while I owned some 8 tracks that changed tracks in the middle of songs and played on and on until they. Wound up on the sunny dashboard of a car at which time they became  new songs played by very tired  bands and singers who were whining.  

Anyway... I not only discovered  a wider world of music in my young adulthood, I discovered that it was okay for  me to get carried away within it.  It became a place for my mind to unite with an artist or group of artists and in some ways leave the bounds of my current circumstance behind if only for a while.  I also learned that for me music was not entertainment it was  essentially a language that I would  think in, breathe with, and trust.  In some very real ways music bercame my home more than any physical place and it became a source of peace and joy for me that has never let me down.  However for the time in between  my mid-teens and  mid forties there was always something incomplete and I didn’t quite know  what...until Day tripper ...and I’m leaving that  for tomorrow as this post is long  enough and as Bob and Doug McKenzie  tell us in “the great white north—-hit records are short and it’s time to take off.”