I’ve been listening to a lot of female rock music lately. Pat Benatar, Joan Jett, Stevie Nicks, and other rock legends of the female persuasion. They can write better love songs for me than men. They understand the need to rebel and rock out and just love for the love of it.
“Heartache to heartache we stand, no promises, no demands.”
“You’re the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy.”
“I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation.”
“I saw him dancing there by the record machine, I knew he must have been about 17. The beat was going strong, playing my favorite song.”
“Why don’t you ask him who’s the latest on his throne? Don’t say that you love me! Just tell me that you want me!”
For those crazy people who read my blog regularly, you know that I am very much in love with the idea and ideals of love. I find it fascinating how emotions work and how one moment we are so passionate about something, and in the next moment we have found something else which our heart is aflame for. These songs are the lyrical rights of one person to say, “Listen, I’m going to do what I want and let love take me where it will and I don’t care!” And I find them so freeing. I need to be able to live and love and learn just like everyone else.
Music is such a great way to find what you’re searching for.
We are young, no one can tell us we’re wrong.
So what if I’m young and naive and confused and happy and sad and strange? I am pursuing that which makes me happy and I’m doing it in a safe and smart way. Let love live while we’re young.
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