moonlighting....

another time, another life...

Multi-coloured lights

Glimmer upon sweaty brow

It’s just another Friday night

The same crowd

With different names

i inhale my american spirit

Deep

Hold it in

Release

The rest of the band

Settles into place

Bass player

(boom boom badoom)

Drummer

(rappity rap rap)

Lead guitar

(twangity twaaang)

Me

(check check)

The microphone

Smells like whiskey

The bar

Clouded with cigarettes

The music begins

And i growl into the mic

“uh-keep your eyes on da road an’ your hands upon da whee-oh”

Harmonica

Screams

The “woo-girl” section begins

Grinding to the backbeat

The drums in time with my heart

My guitar is a part of me

The music is a part of me

The audience is a part of me

Together we drown

In alcohol induced nirvana

“well I woke up dis mornin’ an’ I got mah-self a bee-yah!!”

All those sounds

Culminate

To give me power

I am drunk with it

I am sex

I am idol

I am god

Into the night

Everyone emitting the stench

Of sweaty exhaustion

Still dancing

Like mad primitives

Around their shaman

The stagelights darken

The audience screams

The woo-girls want more

The drunk Jag-bomb boys want more

The band is hesitant

Tired

But the flame lights

A “C” chord twangs out from my Ibanez

The bass follows

A scream…a woo

“mustang sally!.....think you bettah slow that mustang down!”

One last dance

Together

Like a long kiss after sex

And when the bar lights come on

I’m nobody again

Unassuming

I pack up my gear

And walk back out

To my regular dull life…

Author's Note

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this is amazing. you've captured the spirit of being a rockstar, the energy that flows through your band and the audience. there are the typical types out there that uplifts you into everything, you are everything, the music, the sex, idol, god...the empowerment of being up there performing is the highest high one can get when everyone becomes one with your music. then you're done with your set and you go back to your life, which to me, is not dull at all because you are an artist who does his art. excellent rhythm, complements the scene and the energy of the club. reminded me of jim morrison.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love the imagery, this had me right there in a bar hearing the boom boom and smelling the smoke! Ecellent reading! Are we heading there on your bike next?

[KAREN]

You're quiet the party man, aren't you? All the great imagery had me there dancing and partying. Hope I don't wake up with a hang over LOL! Awesome job!

[emmajoy]

Talk about reality! I love this, it positively lives, smells, noises, excites .. it's power, it's adventure, it's having it 'all' .. and then, that ending .. oh my, that's a feeling that's right on the nose. Back to the ordinary dull life.

' .. give me power ~ I am drunk with it ~ I am sex ~ I am idol ~ I am god ..'

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well, it's debauched, clever and ultimately erratically fun, well done, good read.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

putting me in the ciggerett smoke you make a sight seeing stench of the alcahol and waves through the air from the sound of the band... where you put me in the ciggerett smoke.. I feel music in the waves of the air im in which intensifys the sight seeing stench of alcahol and brings me to the level of the people, which of course is connected to the music.. good brad, keep flowing connectivly and beautifully.

[Ruth]

lol You know hon...before I got half way through..I was thinking of The Doors! :)
Blistering this is and the life of a star...smokey scenes...mayhem schemes....brilliantly infused with reality!
So cool love!
xx

[Robin]

Dem nights ... dem days ...

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Whew! Glad I got outta that poem alive. How quickly you make us a part of the audience, the stench of beer, urine and vomit, the blown speakers cranked wide open...and yet We're having FUN!
Awesome, as always Bradley.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Goddamn deadly. I love this work, I feel like I'm the pub as you belt out the lyrics to these barroom classics.