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Not going to put something here like, ânot into head gamesâ¦no drama..â. Seriously, I might as well say I breathe air. Iâll add you if I think youâre real, rate you like you do me, and if you leave a comment like, âhey rated and fanned u so same 2 meâ Iâll block you.
I am single, a scientist, and was chief chemist for a major oil company. I've also been a professional photographer for more than 25 years and have photographed a lot of beautiful people and places and what I've learned is it's not what you see; it's how you see it. It's the same with all art, music, and people.
I am also a writer, and have had both fiction and non fiction published, and used to write comedy for radio. All of the poetry and other writing, and almost all of the photos on my profile are my creations. Feel free to ask about anything.
I pride myself on being a gentleman. I hold door open for eveyone, not just ladies, and enjoy the smile I get in return. That's what's important to me - seeing people happy. I really appreciate the beautiful things in this world, a smile, art, music that touches people and takes them through the day, or a movie that makes you step back and look at life. I love being around caring and thoughtful people that leave an impression on others.
I see beauty in just about everything. Sometimes I see things that will strike me as so beautiful that I will have to capture them on film or write about them so I can share them with friends.
I love everything imaginable. I attend our local symphony orchestra's concerts, my father plays in bands that play, "both types of music - country and western", but my love is rock and roll...
Rock and Roll was not invented as some people will say it was discovered. A DJ may have take credit for coining the phase but thats all semantics driven by destiny.
Rock and Roll was discovered by a man and a woman on a hot night when they laid a blanket down in the cool dew of some grass for wild, hot, sweaty, unbridled sex. It was brought to life by their gyrations and the sound of sweat squeezing between their naked bodies. Rock and Roll came in the world naked and innocent and has fought to remain that way for half a century. Elvis held it by its feet before the world as an infant, as the boogies of Chuck Berry smacked it square on the ass. It let out a scream that has never died. Rock and Rolls playpen was the honkey tonks and bars where pickers embraced the guitar licks of Les Paul and Bo Diddley. Rock and Roll was lullabyed by Janis, mesmerized by the Beatles and cut his teeth on beer bottles thrown by the Stones. City streets were the playground of Rock and Roll, as teenagers in hot rods and roadsters blaring music and hypnotizing other with the beat. Rock and Roll shook its lengthy hair and Hendrix was born. It sweat and the drops gathered at its feet and became Jim Morrisons voice.
Someone gave Rock and Roll a leisure suit during the disco era, and when it saw itself in a mirror, it took off the polyester, wiped its ass with it, tossed it in the air and it fell back to earth in the form of the flannel shirts and tattered jeans of grunge, as Neil Young and Curt Cobain scampered to put them on. Rock and Roll took Aerosmith to a strip club, hooked Joe Walsh up with Jack Daniels, and held AC/DC and Motley Crue up by the hair of their heads out of their vomit in the morning. Rock and Roll sent the troops Credence in Vietnam to keep them sane and Van Halen to the Persian Gulf to keep them focused.
Rock and Roll saw we were tired and gave us The Eagles, like a soft blanket on the rocks along a mountain stream and then saw craved the feel of hard steel and gave us heavy metal, and sharpened the edge like a razor with Dio, Nazareth, and Black Sabbath. Rock and Roll whispered in John Lennons ear as he wrote Imagine and grabbed Sex Pistols by the balls as they sang God save the Queen. It sits on top of every juke box playing Lynard Skynard, hissing like a snake and on the hard drives of iPods, reaching down and moving the hips and heads of people carrying them. Its Rock and Roll that makes girls wet their lips and guys watch the rhythm of the back pockets of their jeans. Without Rock and Roll fireworks would go pop and not boom, linebackers would hug and not hit, and even push-up bras would lose their appeal. Canvas sneakers would be like cinder blocks, t-shirts would still be underwear, and leather would be for protection.
Rock and Roll is what raises the dust from the floors of bars, and makes saliva flow down the chins of couples making out. Every Moog, Zildijian, and Stratocaster has a soul where Rock and Roll lives. It eats metal, drinks lava, and digests them into anthems that brand the significant events in our lives. It never rests, sleeps, or hides. Rock and Roll takes our worries and stomps them in the dirt with steel toed boots and then spits acid on them. Its that part of our heart and brain that doctors cant define,, doesnt show up on a CAT scan and is meant to be shared. It doesnt mater if you light a candle or an inferno, as long as its lit.
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