That would be a cool gig. Can you imagine? I can see it now. Me, silhouetted by intensely colored lights, standing on the front to the stage. Maybe my foot on the monitor in front of me. Hanging on the mic stand, Bono-esque.
I would already be an established Rock Icon. Not on e of the thousands of wanna-bes. All the struggling days would be behind me. It would be cool to be able to turn out anything on a CD and have the fans buy it. There would be some number of songs they would like. Fuck the critics, they're just frustrated. Albums justify the tours. That is the fun part. That's the drug.
The arenas would hold at least 22,000. The screams when I take the stage are deafening, the energy pouring on to the stage is intoxicating. That's the drug. The energy.
I'd start singing something low and sexy, "Here' comes the woman with the look in her eyes* Raised on leather with flesh on her mind* Words are weapons sharper than knives, makes you wonder how the other half dies." INXS. Got to love them. Hutch died in a Rock Icon way. Kind of weird, kind of tortured artist, or in a sex experience that went wrong. He had great rock and roll hair. Not heavy metal hair, all teased up, and if you touched it it would shatter. But great floppy, in your face hair. The kind women love to run their fingers thru, and looks incredibly cool when you casually brush it out of your face.
Have you noticed that very few of the cool singers have spines. Maybe it started with Jim Morrison of the Doors. And the tradition was kept up by Bono of U2, and Michael Hutchence of INXS. They hang on to the mic stand like it's the only thing holding them up. Take it away and they'd crumple to the ground.
They move in a way that insinuates sex. . Very loose movement, very fluid. It's not blunt or rude like rap or heavy metal. It's slithering, gliding like a reptile. It's an attitude, a presence of sex. The ability to seduce every woman in the crowd without ever meeting them in person. A sex fantasy larger than life. It would be daunting though; so much would be expected from you. But with all the practice, you would probably be good in bed.
The concert is the thing. Putting out an album gets you the chance to tour. The energy coming off the audience is amazing. Then afterward, ears ringing from the decibels, you go to the next city to do it again. Living for the time onstage.
I do understand it a bit...
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