It's funny how music had a big impact most of my life. I remember being about 4 or 5 riding in my dad's green charger and listening to Led Zeppelin and Santana... NEVER realizing how influential these guys were going to be to the music world and to me. Also, I remember the times riding with my mom and listening to Motown. To this day, I love listening to Diana Ross, Michael Jackson, Smokey Robinson and the Commodores.
Man! Good times! Then... OMG... the 80's came.
Being a teenager and living with my grandparents at that time, who I might add were overly possessive and "OLD FASHIONED"... MTV was out of the question... my only escape was the radio. Duran Duran, Culture Club, Thompson Twins, Bananarama were my escape. British wave came to my house and I LOVED IT. Many nights I dreamt of being married to Roger Taylor, and having Boy George as Maid of Honor was the BOMB. I thought SHE was beautiful. Just when I was getting comfortable with New Wave, I was rudely awakened with those rat bastards - Motley Crue, Poison, Cinderella, Ratt. I hated them! Their songs were so catchy... so different. It awakened certain urges. Very bad urges. Turned my beautiful dreams of Roger Taylor to dark sweaty dungeons, black vinyl, and the sound of whips in the background. I had violated my beautiful British drummer with a double ended dildo and Boy George. Not good!
Yes, music has always influenced my moods.
So, here I am today. Sitting in my wonderful apartment in Kalundborg, Denmark, enjoying Kingkeld's company. (Man... do I adore him. My blond Viking god.) So while we are both on our computer's, we are listening and watching Heaven and Hell's new DVD. Ronnie James Dio. What can I say? He's an amazing performer. How can I have missed him back in the late 70's and 80's? Where the hell was I? I can only blame it on Motley Crue and Poison. Ronnie Dio! Tenacious D summed it up in their movie The Pick of Destiny. You are the king!
Here are some photos of a concert we went to back on May 2, 2007.
It goes to show, 60 year olds can still rock.