Drifter, When Walking Down the Lonely Street of Dreams, Keep Them Eyes Peeled for Road Apples
Posted on Monday, February 1st, 2010 at 3:04 pmHey ya’all! I feel kinda old school this Monday. Why, I have no idea—old eggs maybe?—but a fact’s a fact. And the soundtrack to my rather old-school day today seems to be, well, this:
Yes, complete with applause and a naked chap playing the drums and big ole awesome arm claps and cowboy hats and oiled-up pecs and bleach-blond highlights on men who look kinda like men and kinda like ladies. And, yes, even choral repetition. God, I love it.
Beyond that are the extra special lyrics. Does it get better than this? Does it, really?
I don’t know where I’m going
But, I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
But, here I go again
By the way, the flashing lights and amazing pyrotechnic pizazz of that video makes me wonder: How many people have experienced brain aneurysms at Whitesnake concerts? And how many members of Whitesnake have experienced aneurysms at their own concerts? And is that, in a nutshell, ROCK?
PS. Picture this: The year is 1988. Two starstruck 7th graders wait in the mosh pit at Von Braun Civic Center, Huntsville, Alabama, for Bon Jovi and Skid Row, possessors of fine larynxes and even better hair. It is YUD’s first concert. Flash forward to 2010, when Dad, who chaperoned, still claims a ringing in his ear from a majorly gut-busting “18 and Life” performance by S. Bach. Who, um, is “currently touring as an opening act for GNR’s Chinese Democracy tour 2009-2010.”
Oh, Axl. I wanna watch you eat peeeeeaaaaazzzzz…..
Huh!
