***stardust

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   The dry scents of cigarette smoke and beer are stained into my clothing, along with the sweat of a thousand crushing crowds.
   You'll have to speak up, my hearing's a little bad today, my ears are still ringing from that first bass note, that first power chord...
   I'm a rock fan.
   My body is still comfortably hollow - the sound's emptied it of all else, and it's not been filled back up by the endless inanities of everyday "life".
   Life.... *Heh*. Life is feeling that sound course through your veins, obliterating everything in its path, annihilating all contraints and restrictions, all preconditions, all inhibitions. You dance, you scream, you gaze and reach out - you who, elsewhere, sit alone in the corner and just watch. This is where you - where I - live.
   In a rock song.
   Watching the band onstage, everything that they are, lost and gone in the music - even as you, as I, are. And all that matters is the hugeness of the all-encompassing sound that they create, music is pure emotion, that's all that this is...
   And I watch them onstage, and nothing that they do could ever looks stupid, cos it comes from inside... And I watch the singer... And that's gonna be me someday.
   Pacing the stage, singing with every ounce of strength I have pouring everything all that I am and the whole fucking world into my song.
   Arms raised to the heavens, thanking Him for the music that gives me life.
   I'm gonna be a rock star someday.
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[..just a sketch, not quite happy with all of it..but it's a *sketch*. Wrote this while at Darien Lake today, during the first opening act for Nickelback, a band called Epidemic, who I thought were alright, tho no-one else seemed to like them..I dunno, to me, they were, in some ways, *better* than Nickelback, inasmuch as I *felt* more from them, I think..and I think a lot of it has to do with the singer...cos Epidemic was the only one of the three bands who had a singer just *singing*, the other two the singer was on guitar as well...and while Heather'd rather have him stay put so you can watch, I'd rather have the singer tearin' around, rock-posturing and all...*smile* But yeah...so, pretty much autobiographical, tho I've not been to a thousand concerts yet. Key word: *yet*. But I'd actually just had in mind a character, not quite myself, just..a concert-goer, y'know, someone who just *lives* at rock shows...like *I'd* like to, if it didn't cost so much---! Warning: do NOT go to shows at Darien if you can help it, they're *evil* and they *rip you off*.
..will write more later...need to get *some* sleep.... graduation's tomorrow!..err, *today*!!! ^_^;;;;;]

*Ananda Daydream * 12:44 AM * *

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