Posts Tagged "rock and roll"

Dost Thou Manifest Badassery? 3

Dost Thou Manifest Badassery?

Posted on Jan 8, 2013

I recently came across this keychain on Etsy and I squealed with delight upon seeing it. I had to have it.  This thing speaks to me in a big way.  Not only does it talk about being B.A., but it does so in an old-world LOTR kind of way.  me like. What does being Bad Ass mean to you?  Does the word (or, words!)  conjure up images of a Harley biker dude, dressed in leather?  Arnold Schwarzenegger shooting up everyone in The Terminator?  Angelina Jolie’s character in Laura Croft, Tomb Raider? For a long time, for me my idea of Bad Ass followed along these lines as I sang in heavy metal and rock bands in Los Angeles, California.  I did everything I could to carry off the image of being tough; not letting anyone or anything hurt me, pushing aside anyone or anything that got in my way of what I viewed as success.  If someone thought I was a bitch, that was a compliment.  If someone did me wrong–look out!  Revenge was imminent.  I may not have physically lashed out but you can bet I did so with attitude and words.  Hence the song I wrote titled, “I’m Gonna Wipe My Ass With Your Heart.”  Somehow that...

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It’s All Right Now–In Fact It’s a Gas.

Posted on May 27, 2012

I just got back from an impromptu little outing with my hubby. We were invited to a performance by a friend of ours that is attending ‘Rock Camp for Dads’. I love that he invited us…I think the fact that I used to be in a band makes him feel like we are kindred spirits of some kind. It’s true, more than likely. It is a certain breed that will get up there on a stage and just let it all hang out, t’hell with what the world thinks about it. That’s rock and roll, baby. Were they the best band I’ve ever heard? No. Did they blow my mind with original songs? No, they covered The Stones. Were they amazing? Well, yes they were. Because they were up there having the time of their lives. They were playing, my friends, in every sense of the word. It wasn’t all dads. It was moms, too. And kids. Kids and other adults in the audience jumped up and grabbed a tambourine or a cowbell and took their turn on the stage. The last song they were inviting anyone who wanted to get up there to join them. They were chanting my name–to be honest, I didn’t want to go up...

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