Wasted Youth

Good evening!

How are you guys? Hope you are all fine and relaxed as I’m doing now. I just got off from the spa and got my right shoulder fixed up. I was having a bothersome muscle spasm earlier and I thought I need a good massage. It cost me about P400, that’s 400 in Philippine peso, around $9.75-10 in American dollar currency. I hope you guys don’t mind that I allowed myself of a little luxury. I mean, we shouldn’t deprive ourselves of a little relaxation.  I paid my dues. So at least, I should give myself a little credit.

Anyway, this post is not about the luxuries of life or how to meet it with lowest cost possible. Just sharing it for the sake of a conversation starter while formulating a bridge to close the gap between what I did today to what I’m about to say. What I actually trying to share with you guys is a poem I’ve grown up to.

You see, because of the influences of my cousin, Nong Boyet, I learned to love music at the very young age, preferably rock music.

Jim Steinman

When I was just 7 or 8 years old, I used to sing along the chorus of ‘One’ by Metallica, ‘November Rain’ by Guns ‘n Roses,  ‘I’ll do anything for love (but won’t do that)’ by Meatloaf etc. and really seemed determined to decipher the meaning of every words of those lyrics. I was curious and a bit of annoyance to Nong Boyet, but good thing he’s patient enough to explain as much as he can.

Nong Boyet was driving us to school when I heard of this poem, for the first time, along the tracks of his collection of Meatloaf albums. He told me that this poem was actually recited by another cousin of ours, Nong Jeffrey, as his high school assignment and he got a higher grade for it and chosen as their batch representative for a some sort of a poem declamation competition using that piece. I’m not sure he won though.

But still I think it’s an underrated poem, at least in my perspective, because no one, from my circle of friends and acquaintance, seem to heard of it. But maybe not, this is a big world after all. Big chance of sweet things to slip from our grasp. We can’t have it all.

Let me share this one to you guys. I hope you’ll like it. It’s from an album “Bat Out Of Hell II: Back Into Hell” of Meatloaf, written and narrated by Jim Steinman. For those who of you who never heard of him, he’s the guy who’s responsible of writing and composing the songs such as: “It’s all coming back to me now” by Celine Dion, “Making love out of nothing at all” by Air Supply and “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler. He’s a genius, I believe. Maybe I’ll feature him someday to my blog post but for now here’s the poem I’m talking about.

Wasted Youth

written and narrated by Jim Steinman

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday

I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,
but I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel!

I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,
but I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy.

It required the perfect combination of the correct power chords,
and the precise angle from which to strike.
The guitar bled for a week afterward and the blood was – ooh –
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red.
The guitar bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So, I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall,
I smashed it against the floor,
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader,
I smashed it against the hood of a car,
I smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain.
The guitar howled in heat.

And I ran up the stairs to my parents’ bedroom.
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight.
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows,
right up to the foot of their bed.
I raised the guitar high above my head,
and just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the centre of the bed,
my father woke up screaming:

“Stop! Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do you think you’re doing?
That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!”
And I said “God dammit Daddy! You know I love you,
but you’ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!”


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