was painting with Picasso today. we sat atop a bluff overlooking a blustery ocean. with wind gusts upwards of 30 knotts outta the south, the ocean looked as welcoming as a bed of nails. to make light of the situation, Picasso ran us through some music of yore.
Glenn Danzig carried us for a while through some tortured Misfits tunes. Satan bless Glenn Danzig.
before that we listened to G-n-R for a while – the entire Appetite record. Rocket Queen in particular really struck me and left me with a deep emotion…
…it wasn’t happiness, or sadness, or loss. rather it was one of uncertainty. I wanted to run the fuck outta there. but to where?
I can’t quite pinpoint it. at the time when I listened to this a lot I was a teenager as well as a fairly new immigrant attempting to assimilate. I chose to do so as a skateboarder in a shit small country town where skateboarding was akin to worshiping the devil himself. assimilation would prove to be a daunting task. I would eventually flee that country.
so I leave you with this song. most of you likely won’t bother with it and I appreciate that. for some of my generation it may spring some emotions in you. music has some serious fucking power sometimes. one song made me question my entire identity this afternoon.