When in youth many of us aspire the Rock 'n' Roll dreams, to get to do what we most desire... not with obligation, not with compulsion, not under the teacher's cane or the authority's mandate. Just a plain simple wish and desire - to rock and to roll!
Nine out of ten, however this dream shrinks the living daylight out of the subjects headed in that direction.
This is quite hard to hide in the visible exteriors of the exhibits who under the long time prosperous use of pot and pills have managed to achieve what is supposedly the 'rockstar frame.'
It apparently looks like so:
"a near skeletal frame, wrapped in tight or sagging upper and lower body apparels, eyes heavy and drowsy from heavy consumption of alcohol, pots and pills."
You see, delusions aren't as simple as they are made out to be. From observation, following can be said about it.
It nibbles first, bites, chews, savours thoroughly, then rinses its ugly mouth with some cheap shit and finally spits out the subject.
So what we get is a motley crew of the young and disillusioned, passionately and willingly offering up their prime phase of life.
In this, they discard their books, ignore education throwing all caution to the wind, that sways their nubile minds.
Wisdom could actually dawn on each one of them, much earlier, before they set out on this mission, that in reality, under very realistic turn of circumstances; the erratic patten of everyday life, the dangerous living packaged with drugs, booze, women, the meaningless sexual acts with groupies, the spending spree; all this comes much much later after a level of fame and prominence is actually achieved.
If its any consolation (if it could be called one), the wannabes are at least able to achieve the rockstar frame.
*** diagnosis in write up made from shades of events most characteristic of the years 80s and 90s***
