My mother couldn’t pry me from the television.
I was glued to it watching, Elvis, Aloha from Hawaii.
I was probably eight years old.
Elvis was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. Shortly after watching The King I thought I could be like him so I took guitar lessons. But it didn’t last. I turned to drugs… I mean… sports instead. Had I stuck with guitar maybe I’d be a rock legend today. You’d find me donning a white jumpsuit belting out Suspicious Minds on a Las Vegas side street next to a hooker.
Ah, unfulfilled dreams.
But then the ’80’s came… and Rush.
I remember buying Moving Pictures at the mall. When I listen to that record today it takes me back. I must have listened to that album ten thousand times.
Music is a time machine.
I also liked pop rock like Bryan Adams or John Cougar (Mellenhead). I guess you could say I love all kinds of rock music.
However, the rock music of the Beatles influenced me the most.
My favorite Beatle was Lennon. I freaked out when he died. My friend John and I walked the streets of our neighborhood after his death playing Imagine on my tape recorder. I had one of those tape recorders where you push the record and play button down at the same time and you could make a recording. You could also just play cassettes on it. I’m not sure if boomboxes had been invented yet all I had was the tape recorder.
Recently, I visited the Dakota in New York City where Lennon was shot and a bunch people also were visiting the Dakota all these years later. I walked across the street and sat on a green bench holding my copy of Catcher In The Rye. A black guy played guitar and sang Eight Days A Week. He was good. Lennon really influenced a lot of people.
Maybe rock music can bring peace like Lennon hoped for from his bed, stop all the stupid riots, uprisings and political nonsense. But I doubt it. It’s definitely crazy out there.
I guess I’ll just stay here with my rock music time machine and listen to Rush or watch Elvis, Aloha from Hawaii. Life seemed happier when Elvis was around.