I haven't really thought about the lyrics posted as the heading for my site in a long time. I remember why I posted them now. And that is a depressing memory.... Can somebody explain to me what happened to Rock and Roll? Anybody? I wonder where it went sometimes. Will it ever come back? Now, understandably there are still a few decent bands out there fighting the good fight but I fear it won't last long. It seems to be a losing struggle against emo, or whatever its calling itself these days, metal, hip-hop and all that jazz. Huh, I long for the days of The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, and all the cats who rocked. Sadly what do we have now... Maybe I'm a little too biased against modern music. Peace,Love,and Understanding. (edit... obviously) Here's an, for lack of a better word, interesting event that happened to me. Setting: Last day of class, after school. I'm at the middle area of Northgate Mall where a guy has set up a booth selling records and miscellaneous band memorabilia. An elderly man, 50s to 60s, approaches whilst I browse through the boxes of records. What follows is the conversations as close to word for word that I can manage to remember. Man: Lot a good classics in here. Me: ( I glance to see that he is in fact talking to me)Uh.. yeah. Man: You like music? Me: Oh yeah, it's a big part of my life. Man: (A good moments pause, then) You ever tried gay sex? Me: (very much stunned) No. Man: (another long pause) How old are you? Me: (bewildered, still attempting to look at the records) Uh..18. Man: Got a steady girlfriend? Me: (freaked out, no idea where this is going) No... not really. Man: And you've never tried gay sex? Me: (beginning to think he's a religious zealot who wanted to preach at me for being gay) No sir. At this point the man running the booth come and talks to me. The old man walks away. I chat with the record guy, ask if he has any Doors albums. After seeing his only album of the Doors I resume my search through the 5$ boxes. The old man comes back around. Man: I'll give you forty dollars to let me do it. Me: (shocked, completely and utterly in shock) I'm not a prostitute sir! Man: Are you sure, you'd like it I can tell you that. (Man walks away) I stand there for a moment, stunned. Did that really just happen? I wonder to myself before bolting out of Northgate Mall. Laugh if you will, most people I have told did so. I suppose it's funny, but to me it was...I really haven't decided what that experience was actually. I choose not to deal with it at this time. The only thing I could do was laugh manically when I got in my car, probably to avoid having some sort of nervous breakdown. Then I decided that surely I am worth more than 40$. Right? This thought humoured me enough to be able to drive home. | 