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.

[Lily Mae]

You described this so well. I could feel every emotion as I read on.. and in the end the way you describe your fall from idol/God to man again...is perfect.. Even though you are still all those things to us ;) xx

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what a life! You described this so incredibly..I was there...with you!! Shouting in the audience!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

mr mojo rising~ i tip my fedora to unearthing the bones of the rhythmic mad~ glory to the mad in the sighest~

[Michael of Gilead]

Aw, buttercup, you are always someone special to me, even after the hangover is gone.