Like A (Rock) Star

My best friend and I have this pact, one we made years ago that we've renewed many times since. Both of us have vowed that in our next lives we're going to come back as rock stars. And no, we're not joking, we're dead serious. We even pinkie swore, which proves just how serious we are. The men in our lives laugh, like we're joking. But we know we aren't. We told them they could come back as hot chicks and be our main squeeze.

And rather than explain why we're so dead set on this, the photos below should pretty much sum it up:



Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, more glorious, more free (more blurry, thanks blogger!)??

There's just something about the swagger, the scarves, the smoke machines, the tour bus, the backstage antics, the hotel room destroying, and, of course, the music that's just so dang intriguing.

I love music, always have. I love my old album covers, love studying liner notes and memorizing the lyrics. love playing certain favored songs over and over again, only to tire of it, move onto something else, then rediscover it a year or so later and start the process all over again. I love the way a three minute song can say so much, tell an entire story, a story that takes me 300 pages to unfold!

I love the way music can both document your life and change your life. And if I was ever going to write a memoir, it'd consist of one very long, chronologically arranged, play list, marking all the major events of my life.

And that's why I want to be a rock star, so I can create those kinds of stories, the ones that change a mood in an instant just be being played.

Well, that and the scarves.

So tell me, who do you want to be in your next life?? (You don't have to believe in these things to play!)