childhood fantasies

 Last night I got caught up watching the "Greatest Hard Rock Songs Ever" or something like that countdown on VH1 Classic. I blame it on being on vacation and sometimes feeling like I'm 13 again and just wanting to sit by the pool and then come inside and waste my afternoon away watching music videos ( If only it were 1994 again and MTV and VH1 still played music videos. But that's a discussion for some other time.)

In reality it's because of my not-so-secret dream of becoming a rock star. This is being partially fulfilled by the pseudo band practices I have with two friends. It's super fun, and we've even played for an audience on one occasion. (Not a paying audience, don't be ridiculous) We're planning for a second performance at some point. So free up your calendars people, it's going to be epic. And when I say epic I mean probably in someone's basement again.

In case you were wondering, the #1 greatest hard rock song according to the countdown: "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses.  Though it does rock I prefer the #2 choice: "Back in Black" by AC/DC, which I sometimes (I mean always) play air guitar to when I hear it. Which is usually in the car.

I really should get tinted windows.