Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Memoirs of my rock'n'roller childhood...

When it comes to music there's no doubt at all that I'm probably one of the most ridiculously passionate people ever. Not just any music though (I've been known to rant for hours and hours when I hear something I think is awful) it has to be loud, mean and riddled with epic guitar solos, when those criteria have been filled I suddenly turn from laid back hippie to completely hyper mentalist. 

Nothing beats an old school guitar solo, it's the passion in the music and the over all talent. No other music can envoke the same sort of feeling in me and nothing in this world is comparable to the happiness I feel when I'm at a live show or festival, or even dancing round my flat like a lunatic. 

My almost obsessive love of all things classic rock, 80s hair metal and old school British metal can be blamed on my parents. Right from the day I was born to a beautiful ex-hippie and an old school long haired biker, my life was like something out of Waynes world. I'm an only child so I spent a hell of a lot of my childhood socialising with my parents friends and they use to have absolutely mental house parties (think Thin Lizzy cranked up as loud as possible, rockstars getting pissed in the kitchen and men with hair so long they looked like Samson).
Although I had a typically 'middle-class' upbringing, attending a private school, living in a gorgeous house in the Suffolk countryside and being spoilt rotten, my childhood was anything but normal or stereotypical and I'm yet to meet another person who had such a bizarre, random and exciting childhood. The people that I met back then and the things I saw completely shaped my personality today. I remember for my 6th birthday, my parents took me to see Jethro Tull live (gotta love a bit of prog rock!) when I went into school the next day and everyone asked me what I did for my birthday I was chatting excitedly about the gig and nobody understood just how happy I was to have seen Tull live. The teachers understood though, one in particular was a pretty big fan himself and I spent a good portion of the day talking about the set list and Ian Andersons performance with him.
This is all I've ever really known, the rock'n'roll underbelly of music, and it's all I ever want to know. My friends who aren't into the same music as me find it hilarious how I'm like an old man with my music tastes, but I love it and I'll continue loving it until I'm deaf (most probably!)

Anyway, what I was originally going to write about was the fact that I saw Lynyrd Skynyrd live at the weekend. Skynyrd have always been one of my favourite bands, I was even singing their songs off by heart when I was only 4, so to see them live was incredible. Needless to say - I was blown away. Their performance was phenomenal, I actually almost cried hearing some of the songs live as I'd wanted to see them for sooooo bloody long. When they played Freebird I had one of those "I could die right now and be happy" moments... definitely one of the best live bands I've seen, and I've seen a fair few! they've shot right into my top 10 live bands that I've seen list - 

Top 10 bands I've seen live
1) AC/DC
2) Alice Cooper
3) Pink Floyd
4) Lynyrd Skynyrd
5) Def Leppard
6) Thunder
7) Whitesnake
8) Guns n Roses
9) ZZ Top
10) Thin Lizzy

So, long live rock'n'roll! I might be in my early 20s but I'm still waving the classic rock banner for all the other fans my age :)


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