SWEET - Analog Kid
Man, I love my iPod. It's been really cool hearing a lot of songs I haven't listened to in a long time. In my youth, there always seemed to be an abundance of time to play guitar and just listen to records. Yes, records - those big, vinyl discs with the incredible packaging. I really miss being able to study the album cover art up close in a large format, and having the lyrics available in one place, rather than having to thumb through a booklet.
One of the tunes I heard the other day was Analog Kid by Rush. It reminded me of being a kid, but it also made me think that I was, and still am, very much like the protagonist in the song: a hopeless romantic and dreamer. This may help explain why I am so restless and sad much of the time. As a child and teenager, although I was dealing with a lot in my life, I always seemed to be able to put the struggles aside and enjoy the simple beauty of nature, or be awestruck at some of humankind's achievements. I still have that spark, but there isn't enough time in my life to reflect on the things I see, hear, and feel like there was before the onset of adulthood.
I often feel like adulthood was thrust upon me long before I was ready, as I suspect it is for many. I graduated high school at seventeen, and although I couldn't wait to be done with high school, I wasn't ready for college, either. I had been accepted at Berklee College of Music in Boston, but my parents couldn't afford it and I didn't know at the time how easy student loans were to get. As a result, I ended up going to University of Lowell and flunking out after a semester. I didn't really want to be there, and I found a bunch of new musicians to jam with, so I spent most of my time doing that rather than studying. Bad idea.
After that debacle, I had to start working for a living, and that's when things started to go south. That's a story for another day. I guess the idea is that once you start to get locked into the working/spending model, you lose most most of your free time. Well, between that and girls, that is...
Anyway, here's a quote from the song that really seems to fit:
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don't know what I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know what I'm leaving behind
One of the tunes I heard the other day was Analog Kid by Rush. It reminded me of being a kid, but it also made me think that I was, and still am, very much like the protagonist in the song: a hopeless romantic and dreamer. This may help explain why I am so restless and sad much of the time. As a child and teenager, although I was dealing with a lot in my life, I always seemed to be able to put the struggles aside and enjoy the simple beauty of nature, or be awestruck at some of humankind's achievements. I still have that spark, but there isn't enough time in my life to reflect on the things I see, hear, and feel like there was before the onset of adulthood.
I often feel like adulthood was thrust upon me long before I was ready, as I suspect it is for many. I graduated high school at seventeen, and although I couldn't wait to be done with high school, I wasn't ready for college, either. I had been accepted at Berklee College of Music in Boston, but my parents couldn't afford it and I didn't know at the time how easy student loans were to get. As a result, I ended up going to University of Lowell and flunking out after a semester. I didn't really want to be there, and I found a bunch of new musicians to jam with, so I spent most of my time doing that rather than studying. Bad idea.
After that debacle, I had to start working for a living, and that's when things started to go south. That's a story for another day. I guess the idea is that once you start to get locked into the working/spending model, you lose most most of your free time. Well, between that and girls, that is...
Anyway, here's a quote from the song that really seems to fit:
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don't know what I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know what I'm leaving behind
posted by Bitter Old Man at 10:52 AM
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