i'm in the car today and on the radio comes an announcement that robby krieger and ray manzarek are playing downtown!!!
i find a friend. and head out prono.
fucking amazing.
as soon as the jams start winding up, your neck seems to dislodge as your head bobbles, your spine turns to gummyworm and the aura of the sixties slowly seeps through your blood from head to toe.
middle aged hips begin to sway. beards turn upright as a familiar and youthful smile breaks. your english professor looks as though taken aback to a teenage acid frenzy....like she can see back to '69, the sweat dripping inside jim morrison's leather pants while he overtakes the micorophone.....
you are all alike.
i feel as though i wasn't meant for my own generation...
the seductive encore of riders on the strorm confirms.as my entire body melts into the music and drips, entertwining with the souls of my perimeter.
they are so aged now....
krieger hobbles to manzarek during his mind blowing guitar solo...manzarek give him the "you da man!" point and knod, as their eyes close.....
and for those few moments you can watch the creases of their reminiscent eyelids and the wrinkles in their foreheads, and see jim, projected, immortalized, in the empty but spotlighted stage between the two.....
to have lived and been a part of and still play and sing and feel with such vigor.............
to give hope to those who missed out
to give us a piece of you, of a dead legend
to feel it in your soul.....
and implant a tiny piece of that in all of us night after night...
to make us realize that our youth is not a tombstone.
i still have chills.
those are the experience i want to live for.
......this was a life changing show for so many reasons....really.......i didn't even mind the overpriced beers.
i find a friend. and head out prono.
fucking amazing.
as soon as the jams start winding up, your neck seems to dislodge as your head bobbles, your spine turns to gummyworm and the aura of the sixties slowly seeps through your blood from head to toe.
middle aged hips begin to sway. beards turn upright as a familiar and youthful smile breaks. your english professor looks as though taken aback to a teenage acid frenzy....like she can see back to '69, the sweat dripping inside jim morrison's leather pants while he overtakes the micorophone.....
you are all alike.
i feel as though i wasn't meant for my own generation...
the seductive encore of riders on the strorm confirms.as my entire body melts into the music and drips, entertwining with the souls of my perimeter.
they are so aged now....
krieger hobbles to manzarek during his mind blowing guitar solo...manzarek give him the "you da man!" point and knod, as their eyes close.....
and for those few moments you can watch the creases of their reminiscent eyelids and the wrinkles in their foreheads, and see jim, projected, immortalized, in the empty but spotlighted stage between the two.....
to have lived and been a part of and still play and sing and feel with such vigor.............
to give hope to those who missed out
to give us a piece of you, of a dead legend
to feel it in your soul.....
and implant a tiny piece of that in all of us night after night...
to make us realize that our youth is not a tombstone.
i still have chills.
those are the experience i want to live for.
......this was a life changing show for so many reasons....really.......i didn't even mind the overpriced beers.
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Your words almost put me there...you rock
also, relating to your previous blog: it sucks that all kinds of shit in life has to be fan-fodder. it gets bad, but (i'm reasonably sure) it gets better. so how is the pgh trip looking? hope that didn't knock it out of the cards.