My four fingertips blush in desperation, each scarred with an indentation etched into skin after three hours of guitar whimsy. I can’t justify claiming anything I play is a complete song. This is either the curse of curiosity, the gift of laziness, or adult onset attention deficit disorder. But not a complete song.
And so I leave the house cursing the so-called calluses on my fingertips for being ill prepared at handling the rigors of unemployment. Walking with no particular destination in mind, I stumble across a peculiar yard sculpture.
I like it. Toto inspires playful outrage. And Toto reminds me of a recent blog post that pissed on “Rock n Roll”. You read it. Or read my comments.
I want to get in on this!
Let me state outright… I’m a music lover, play music, make music…
“Rock n Roll” is a state of mind, a musical way to capture however a person feels… and by definition, emotions are highly personal.
Mainstream radio is abysmal at introducing new sounds – insanely important to music lovers – and new creative pathways into that emotional euphoria called…LABELED… “Rock n Roll”
[so in conclusion,] Defining rock n roll is like defining love – it is rarely exactly like another person’s definition. And good luck in telling somebody else their “love” just isn’t as “good” as your “love”.
(… mainstream radio is still shit though … 
)
Or, in the spirit of Rock n Roll’s playful outrage, [F]uck off! I’ve moved on.
Yes, I know I can go online and follow the developmental course of our nation’s favorite cluster of Cherry Blossom trees. And yes, I kNOw, the National Park Service has developed a new application for the iPhone and blackberry that synchronizes each tree’s peak blossom with Google maps so that you never have to waste time on late bloomers. Or prematurely balding trees.
Well, did you know some people like to put ketchup on their eggs? Or that I like to visit the Tidal Basin before, during, and after the Cherry Blossoms peak bloom? Again, this must be the curse of curiosity, the gift of laziness, or adult onset attention deficit disorder.
Walking around the Tidal Basin I reminisce, get lost in the maddening beauty, and crowds, and just pound the pavement with footstep after footstep of thought bombs. I can’t really say my soul is burdened with any extra weight though. I’m listening to music. And music, when it really wages war on my soul, is a euphoric escalator that takes me right on up to cloud 9, 10, 11, 12, skip 13, 14…
… holy crap, this is too long. In the spirit of Rock n Roll, I’m going to end this on a high. A raw, edgy, a je ne sais quoi, legal, non-trafficking high note.
And I’m going to crash. It is late and I walked about 12 miles today. (Ok… yesterday, that is… at the time I was too lazy to get up, find my camera, upload the pics, and publish this post. In the spirit of Rock n Roll, [F]uck off!)
I love those indentations in my fingertips. It means I did something with my hands. And my heart.
Ketchup?? No, no. You put hot pepper sauce on eggs.
your attitude about the cherry blossoms… is so rock n’ roll.
100% rock 'n roll!
[F]orget garden gnomes, I require a dog made of old paint cans in my yard, stat!
I can't believe you wrote about yard art and overlooked the classic Lil' Boy Weeing or Lady Bending Over.
And are those balls on that dog?
Does that dog sculpture-thing have testicles??? (Referring to the first picture.)
Being busy has been horrible for my calluses. They're fading. Fading! I must fix this.
I would have totally stolen this yard sculpture. Or fed it.
k8 – that comment was particularly rock n roll
B.B. – Nooooooooooooooooooooo
Charlotte – Yeah, 'tis in season, i suppose
Thrice – Word.
Racquel – Oh yeah, I think you're right… it IS made out of old paint cans!
MinD – Why yes, those are testicles
t2ed – uh huh
f.B. – nooooo, don't let them fade!
Cheryl – a picture of somebody feeding or petting the dog would have been brilliant!