So you wanna' be a rock star? Well, who doesn't? Becoming a rock star replaced the American Dream decades ago. The words rock star mean royalty in the music industry, it means fame, it means fortune, it means adulation, and it means living life on your own terms as you make the whole world bend to your whims. Who doesn't want to be standing alone in the spotlight as thousands of people go crazy to hear their music?
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I keep a text file on my computer and just about everything I write starts out in that text file. It's kind of an extra memory bank. This will be like that, but accessible even when my computer is not on. So here's the beginning of all the crap that goes on in my head...
Rock Stars live large and have fun. Well, I can do that too. If you want to get famous, it takes a little work. Soon, all of the site visitors will hear from some celebrities about how they made it and what they might suggest for you. Meanwhile, I’ll toss in a thought or two.
I woke up and thought I'd write a novel
So I did...
-- (or something like that) Charles Bukowski
I'm building a multi-media living sculpture, with the help of many.
I'm gonna' do the band and the movie someday, but for now this website will do, get to the whole 9 later, and I've already done the starving, lost, drunk, and stupid thing.
So that's out of the way, and if I fail, I'm pretty sure there's a coffin waiting for me no matter what.
The doom prophet walks in and says,
"I can feel the isolation sweating from my pores."
& I can dig what he means.
He's talking about the smell of honeysuckle dying on a withered vine
He's talking about the feeling of missing a high school dance while everybody has a date on the inside, meanwhile you're tied to fear and a worthless suit with two worthless tickets tucked safely inside of a breast pocket, parked by a garbage bin on the outside
He's talking about working in the rain with holes in the shoes and burn marks on the soul but you got up at 5 AM anyway and went to work knowing the whole day was going to be like this...
He's talking about life
You get kids and bills and s***that won't go away, if you're lucky...
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