Age of Rock and Roll? (Ghostwritten)
"Too old to Rock? Too young to Die?"
At what point do we reach our limit? Are there even any limits to our
individual freedoms? Should we be acting our age as a part of our core
personality? Asking yourself whether if another individual is too old
to rock and roll seems like a moot point, to me it is all relative. I
don’t see why we have to judge or even mind another’s personal
business. Why should I even bother to care if someone on the end of
their rope decides to go over the limit past beyond the road to excess?
I know I wouldn’t like people doing it to me, certainly not when I’m
“too old to rock”. Living within the boundaries of limits hasn’t
exactly been my forte. I’m sure everybody is entitled to their own
opinion, when I say I don’t think there’s an age limit for people to
stop rocking, I may be speaking metaphorically. Although I agree that
there’s a certain point in a rock star’s career to call it quits when
the music’s over, I think they have a right to keep their pride and joy
and still rock, even just for themselves, locked in a room alone. A
reclusive swan song for the audience in their minds.
Time and time again I witness people seemingly overstaying their
welcome, sure I’d love to tell them to just stop, stop and do
themselves a favor and take the old pony behind the barn, pull the
trigger and end the show. A lot of broken fragments of music past are
still around, and some of them, if not most, is the reason music, as a
whole becomes stagnant. Like Metallica for example, legends as they
are, still continue to produce albums year after year, but without
their original line-up, the magic seems to have been lost in the
process. Somewhere in the middle, the metal legends who came to be
known as Metallica, became just another bunch of musicians who can’t
seem to know when their guitar is out of tune. In the same sense, I
liked them in their early years, and I’m sure they still have a strong
following, but it’s either they get their act together, or pack up, put
down the distortion pedals and leave the stage.
I like to think there’s a certain code of respect among people that we
must let each other feel comfortable and free, even if it may be
against our tastes or personal opinion. We can always stop performing
in front of life’s crowd and still do an encore for the relief and
benefit of ourselves. Hell, if it is what it takes to keep me content
and satisfied, then why not? Call me crazy, but I love to be free, and
most often than not, rocking without limits is associated with freedom.
Freedom to be ourselves at whatever point in time, even when there’s no
more adoration, or anyone looking as the dust has settled. We may find
ourselves still questioning whether age may have corroded our spirit,
but I guess only time will tell, if I can hold on to my soul and
cherish these brilliant philosophies and radical beliefs, my faith may
last and it’s up to fate, if I’ll last. Can my burning desire endure
the test of time? Is there something that may fan these flames that
seem so bright, and fresh in my youth? I don’t know, and neither do
you, and I think that’s what makes rock and roll as explosive and
volatile as it is. Unpredictable in its genetic structure, random
sparks happening in its chemistry, and when you think it’s over, the
beat restructures, cycles and just goes back on. And we as people, like
children dancing in the rain, innocent of all the troubles that plague
our perception of adulthood, enjoy the experience for what it is.
Childlike adults, irregardless of creed, belief, race and gender, in
the middle of a raging oceanic wave of sound and salvation.
I remember someone telling me that if you have your own limits, then
they surely are yours, for if you hold on to them, no one can take it
away from you.
We're never too old to be limited, neither are we too young to be free.
At what point do we reach our limit? Are there even any limits to our
individual freedoms? Should we be acting our age as a part of our core
personality? Asking yourself whether if another individual is too old
to rock and roll seems like a moot point, to me it is all relative. I
don’t see why we have to judge or even mind another’s personal
business. Why should I even bother to care if someone on the end of
their rope decides to go over the limit past beyond the road to excess?
I know I wouldn’t like people doing it to me, certainly not when I’m
“too old to rock”. Living within the boundaries of limits hasn’t
exactly been my forte. I’m sure everybody is entitled to their own
opinion, when I say I don’t think there’s an age limit for people to
stop rocking, I may be speaking metaphorically. Although I agree that
there’s a certain point in a rock star’s career to call it quits when
the music’s over, I think they have a right to keep their pride and joy
and still rock, even just for themselves, locked in a room alone. A
reclusive swan song for the audience in their minds.
Time and time again I witness people seemingly overstaying their
welcome, sure I’d love to tell them to just stop, stop and do
themselves a favor and take the old pony behind the barn, pull the
trigger and end the show. A lot of broken fragments of music past are
still around, and some of them, if not most, is the reason music, as a
whole becomes stagnant. Like Metallica for example, legends as they
are, still continue to produce albums year after year, but without
their original line-up, the magic seems to have been lost in the
process. Somewhere in the middle, the metal legends who came to be
known as Metallica, became just another bunch of musicians who can’t
seem to know when their guitar is out of tune. In the same sense, I
liked them in their early years, and I’m sure they still have a strong
following, but it’s either they get their act together, or pack up, put
down the distortion pedals and leave the stage.
I like to think there’s a certain code of respect among people that we
must let each other feel comfortable and free, even if it may be
against our tastes or personal opinion. We can always stop performing
in front of life’s crowd and still do an encore for the relief and
benefit of ourselves. Hell, if it is what it takes to keep me content
and satisfied, then why not? Call me crazy, but I love to be free, and
most often than not, rocking without limits is associated with freedom.
Freedom to be ourselves at whatever point in time, even when there’s no
more adoration, or anyone looking as the dust has settled. We may find
ourselves still questioning whether age may have corroded our spirit,
but I guess only time will tell, if I can hold on to my soul and
cherish these brilliant philosophies and radical beliefs, my faith may
last and it’s up to fate, if I’ll last. Can my burning desire endure
the test of time? Is there something that may fan these flames that
seem so bright, and fresh in my youth? I don’t know, and neither do
you, and I think that’s what makes rock and roll as explosive and
volatile as it is. Unpredictable in its genetic structure, random
sparks happening in its chemistry, and when you think it’s over, the
beat restructures, cycles and just goes back on. And we as people, like
children dancing in the rain, innocent of all the troubles that plague
our perception of adulthood, enjoy the experience for what it is.
Childlike adults, irregardless of creed, belief, race and gender, in
the middle of a raging oceanic wave of sound and salvation.
I remember someone telling me that if you have your own limits, then
they surely are yours, for if you hold on to them, no one can take it
away from you.
We're never too old to be limited, neither are we too young to be free.