I Don't Want To Be Alone, At All
The low hum of an electric bass and the keening whine of a turbojet sound the same when you think about it.
Then the drums come in and your heart begins to race, and you feel the acceleration somewhere behind your ribs and in front of your soul, picking up time with the bass-engine hum.
All of a sudden the speed hits you in the mouth like an angry drunk on Saturday night and somewhere after you shake the brains loose from your adrenaline-concussion, you realize that noise isn’t brain damage, just two electric guitars.
Then the man behind the microphone opens his mouth…and the world explodes in a rush of movement, the missile alerts blaring in your ears in tandem with the HUD flooding your eyes and all you can think is Sweet Jesus don’t let me die.
But just when you think you can’t take it anymore, the world falls away and you aren’t flying anymore, not with several million dollars of taxpayer money keeping you aloft, and the panic gives way to instinct, instinct that you shouldn’t understand or even posses, but you do.
You do, and it makes you into a god.
Nothing can touch you, the G’s don’t even matter, the enemy is slow and plodding, begging for death. You move through them, the chorus of a thousand kindred souls of the ones who came before roaring along.
Banking hard to dodge again, you chase them, their own personal nightmare. Nowhere is safe, no fancy tricks can sway you, the inner beast screaming Run, you suckers! RUN!, laughing manically the whole way.
From ten miles up, you spot him, and dive, color and reality bleeding away till there’s nothing but you and him.
Ping, tone, lock.
FIRE!
The bridge builds to the solo as the missile streaks forward (down, actually), the prey rolling to avoid too late and then the wail hits fever pitch as he’s blasted into a thousand tiny fragments and something like the best orgasm in the world rips through you.
A roar like a wild beast rips out from your throat as you dive, faster and faster, till the blackness comes, and then, before you know it, you’ve broken every last chain holding you down and the song crescendo’s to a finale as the dive ends and you break away, going home.
That’s what rock makes me feel like.