This is one of those songs where you hear the first few lines, nudge your buddy and say, “I don’t know what the fuck this song means, but I like it.” Then he throws you the fist bump and you turn it up even louder. It’s Rock & Roll, baby. Rock & Roll.
I wrote those words last week, at the beginning of Music Week. My plan was to finish the blog post this weekend and end off the week in a big way; but plans sometime change. I’ve had a very long, very stressful week. That week ended with an even more stressful weekend that has left me mentally and emotionally drained.
I spent the weekend thinking about my life and about the people in it. Over the past few months I’ve noticed some things which seemed odd or a little strange, but I tried to ignore those signs and push forward. Now I’m being bombarded by unsolicited information from various parties. Some of this information confirms the earlier things I wondered about and some doesn’t.
The problem with these dilemmas is that in order to get the real story, you have to piece together three or four versions. And frankly, that sucks some major ass. Sucking major ass like this gives me the blues, which in turn leads me back to the song. Kind of.
I was supposed to go have a beer with a fellow blogger Sunday night, but never made it. My stress started causing a neurological attack, which led to lots of shaking and me going to bed at 6 PM. I crashed for about two and a half hours, but woke up when I remembered I still needed to finish this blog post.
I apologize if I’ve been cranky lately. Or short. Or simply not around at all. Cutting one or more of these people out of my life is an option., though I don’t know if its the right one. Keeping any or all of them in my life is also an option, but again, I’m not sure that it’s the right one either. It’s a fuckin conundrum is what it is.
Now that I’ve spilled my guts, I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite bands and their awesome bluesy/punk-a-billy/rock sound that grabs you and starts to get either the feet tapping or the head bobbing. Sometimes both.
If you’ve never heard Social Distortion before you need to give this a listen. If you’ve heard them, but not lately, you should listen too. They’ve come a long way from Story Of My Life and this sound is definitely more you would expect from a punk band which formed 34 years ago in Fullerton, CA. They made a mini movie out of the video (about 7 min total), but the music starts at the 1:49 mark, so you can always jump ahead. Rock on.