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If I Wasn’t a Writer…
…I’d be a rock star.
I bet you’re thinking, “Who does this chick think she is?”
Well, I think I’m someone who could have become a friggin’ rock star!
Let me back up. I’ve always loved music. In my 60s now, I grew up during a time when the music scene exploded with the likes of Janis Joplin, The Jefferson Airplane, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Crosby, Stills & Nash and so many more luminaries of their time.
Never a fan of punk, which was to come later, I realize now that it had its merits but I still considered it to be just “noise.” Except for Debbie Harry and Blondie, who really came into their own during the Disco era.
The bands mentioned above were “noisy,” certainly. Gloriously so.
Not only were they virtuosos musically, but they could also sing. Really sing. Grace Slick. Janis. Stevie Nicks. Steven Stills. Lindsay Buckingham. The voices on these vocalists! They could bring the roof down with their power.
Now, I’m not an old fart who doesn't appreciate contemporary music. I do and I have eclectic tastes. But I can’t talk about music without mentioning these idols.
“The Summer of Love.” “The San Francisco Sound.” The “Counterculture!” What an iconic period.
