Life’s a Rock & Roll album, it’s a tribute you wrote, produced & directed. Fragments of monsters & demons living amongst sunshine & daydreams.
It’s filled with chords you try to forget but mixed with times that stick, the ones that remind you this roller-coaster keeps moving forward, not your typical one hit wonder.
The ballads, the epic anthems, the crowds of mental screams and those of delightful laughter that lifted your spirit more than any adventure.
The thunderous solo’s when nothing else mattered, it simply clicked and just kept moving forward.
The riffs that turned into memories, instantly soared straight through your heartstrings, the beats pumped through your veins, times you felt more than alive.
The lines that stopped you dead in your tracks, the ones you revisit time and time again.
The many titles you give and take, the number one hits you didn’t make.
The tattooed jacket that kept you warm, the scruffy cool look like a pure rock star.
The highs, the lows, the ones that flowed, the ones that hid, the ones you wished you had left well alone.
The A and B sides of life on the flip, the wish that it was as easy as changing the god damn track.
Your favourites, the ones that make you tick, that beat and how you flowed into it, one second a foot, the next your entire body starts moving. It’s your album so bounce like nothing else matters, they’re your lyrics, nobody else’s.
Let the words become the feet that you dance with. Listen to the tribute acts but remember there’s only one of you, the original album you lived with.
Turn the volume up, feel it, pause, rewind, repeat, walk amongst the tunes like you own it.
Change the tempo, mix it up, let your soul jump. Free the words you hold deep inside, let your heart speak as you write your next line.
L D Wright