Head Bangers’ Ball

Two new adventures last night. First, helping Pam (my sis-in-law) at the door taking tickets and checking IDs at the Eagles.  Second, a metal music show. I took out my hearing aids for this one, opting for foam earplugs instead.  And what fun!

Can a 59-year-old fall in love with a genre so riotous? Yes! I felt like a child lining a parade route, horns and drums pounding a primal reverberation in my chest.

And the crowd? The range of ages was staggering. The leathers and spikes and tattoos and chained wallets were donned by nice people. They were old and young.  I saw shorts, dresses, boots, denims, nose rings, dreads, shaved heads and sweaty jumping folks.

It was such fun!

Would I do this again someday.  Yes! Only maybe I’ll try a henna tattoo in one my arm first, LOL. Hey, I gotta start small.  😉

Photo credit 20120413 – Heavy Metal – 72 by T. Kenbrock

“Let the Mystery Be”

The Leftovers on HBO wrapped up last night with the episode “The Book of Nora”. I’m sorry to say goodbye to The Leftovers’ rare storytelling. Kudos to the cast, writers and company.

My husband calls me a reluctant romantic.  I think that’s fair.

The show’s theme echos a very human contentment.

I will forever enjoy the words and music of songwriter/performer Iris Dement.  Enjoy “Let the Mystery Be.”


Led for the Head

re Daily Prompt

via Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows,
if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get 
what she came for."

Following is an excerpt from the commentary
posted at Genius Lyrics:  

‘A minstrel’s ballad composed after a jaunt in the Welsh mountains. Robert Plant explained the song was a “cynical aside about a woman getting everything she wanted all the time without giving back any thought or consideration.”

Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were loath to dissect their own lyrics, or have them analyzed. This seems to have been a kind of wall they constructed to protect themselves from critics, who might bash their lyrics, or criticize their beliefs, or invade their personal space. They’re still reserved in that way.’