At the end of this Christmas holiday, I had some time to be outside and feel the crisp air on my cheeks. The cold weather tonight is knocking loose a few odd memories, particularly this nugget from the year 1984 which, dare I say, is the golden age of heavy metal and hard rock.
Dokken wasn’t exactly a band I followed religiously. They were on the radio for a span of time during my formative teenage years. But, taken out of context, their lyrics are fuel for all of the Satan-rock street preachers who had screamed for our rapt attention in that era. There were so many bands out who played up the Satanic connection just to increase their magnitude and pump sales. Unfortunately, most of the kids in my world (and some adults, sadly) bought into it and thought they were the real deal; the same kind of chumps who would carve “666” into their schoolbooks and think they were summoning the Dark Lord himself.
Really, “Into the Fire” was the inner struggle of a man that keeps running back to a bad lover who burns him on every touch. Image notwithstanding, that’s basically all it is; a bad relationship that he won’t let die. But the over-the-top music production, the expensive video, and everything about the entire product screams excess, waste, and sex for the sake of itself.
That sound still sticks with me decade after decade.
And don’t get me started about “Dream Warriors” — that’s wedged so deep into my psyche, it’s soothing to the touch.
Adverb for agreement and consent. Amen.
Statement of “so be it”. Amen.
Punctuation to a long prayer. Amen.
That is the past. These are our hopes. This is our intent. Amen.
Please let us move on, dream on, go forward into the dark night. Amen.
Pushing to the sunrise of our souls, of our world. Amen.
Leaving all our shadows behind. Amen.
It’s time to turn the page and love again. Amen.
Lifting up our prayers like a billion lights in the sky. Amen.
The past is gone for good. It’s time to say: Amen.
Dancing in my darkened kitchen to DKMD’s “On the Other Side” at at 12:30am while heavily drunk on whiskey is the best my day has been. I’m busting moves I didn’t think I had.
Honestly, I think I feel shitty through the rest of the day because I burn my brain’s dopamine at night when I’m drunk. There’s not enough for the rest of the following day. That or my life is just that shitty.
Anyway, DKMD is one of the projects Marie Davidson has been involved with, and tonight is my first night following that thread. She’s a great musician on her own, and I’m now seeing where she came from. Shit’s great.
My life has always been a constant struggle to reconcile that I want desperately to communicate through high art and find my own space on this earth with the finest people on it, versus the mandate that I must wake up at 6:30am and perform the artless needful in order to sponsor my dreams. I see hopefulness in expression, the hope of being able to craft my own reality and be the man I want to be — like all the arty free-thinkers say — but that has never, ever jived with the harshness of my life’s reality: I’m a working stiff. Try explaining to my bosses that I want to be free; if I try hard enough, they’ll let me go to be as free as I want, for free. And then what?
Reality is somewhere in the middle, and I must take both legs in stride to make my life worthwhile.
Got modern and bought a teevee. Now I’m a teevee watcher. I’m one of those now. Ah well. But, hey, at least I’ve finally achieved my New Year’s Resolution of 1080p.
Also in the news, “Strange Things” is a great series. Soundtrack’s so good, makes me want to play with my synthesizers, which I’m not doing enough. Weird. Strange.
Work’s got me down, but it is what it is, isn’t it?
I don’t write enough.
Also, Android Marshmallow is smoother and nicer than Android Lollipop. Samsung finally pushed it to my tablet this morning, unexpectedly. “Good morning, we’ve downloaded the latest OS. You should install it!” Now I can install the Facebook app and prevent it from getting access to anything it wants.