46n2
Really Really Experienced
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When I was growing up…
There was Music.
I remember pilfering my mothers entire wall full of albums. Must have been 5k or more of them (5k wasn’t a potential resolution concept at the time, btw. It’s a number that represents MANY. Otherwise know as: a lot.)
I pulled 3 separate albums out of there. And I don’t know why. I was 4 years old. Potentially 5. But I DO remember doing it. And what I wanted.
Meet the Beatles
Hair
Sgt Peppers.
And I’m not shitting you here. I have ALWAYS enjoyed exceptional and instantly accurate taste in the finer things. It has ALWAYS been there for me like that. I was grooving on Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for several endless nights - well before the idea I could ever get STONED to it. Why would I need to get stoned? It already fucking had EVERYthing for me already there. Stoned? What’s that? Acid? Huh? What for?
I was totally stoned on all sorts of immediate excellence in those years - never ever thought to smoke a joint. (Someone handed me a beer at one point and the rest is history, however. True enough.)
I then went on into The Breakfast Club (yup, I was one of those) and there was fucking everything and always. I never felt starved for a song. Sometimes, I might hardly be able to breathe while waiting for a record to be released - that shit made me REAL hard, the record cover, what might that be - but the songs were always there. There was NEVER. A waiting for a song. Excellence was on top of me and all of the time. We all thought we were literally impenatrable as a result. Why wouldn’t we be?
There will ALWAYS. Be. Another song.
Oh? Will there?
-There will also ALWAYS be another Jimmy Hendrix. Every new child will know what that feels like. In my case? It was… mister fucking smash it all… Eddie. EVH. You will NEVER know the pleasure of hearing Eruption for the very first time. That shit was literally impossible. No actual human could do that at all. And then - there it was.
That hurt. This year. Ya know? There’s a lot of things that hurt but that wasn’t very nice on top of the rest. Thanks, Eddie - yer a fucking monster.
Anyways. Um. What was I saying?
Oh yeah:
DAVE MENIKETTI
The UNremembered
WILL there. Always be another song?
What makes a Dave Meniketti? Why would he bother to write yet another song that someone else wont hear on that the level that he deserves? Why does he keep doing that? Why are there so many awesome - you might know him as Y&T and I’ll lose you right there - Dave Meniketti songs? Why would he continue? To give me all that Music?
Knowing. It wont be heard the way it oughta be.
Simple answer of course:
Cuz he’s Dave fuckin Meniketti. He doesn’t know how to NOT be great. It might matter some that you don’t know him by name - but what matters a fuckton more is that he plays that goddamn geetar with everything he’s got. And he does that. Without excuse. Every. And all of the time.
He does it because he has to.
There are MANY people in your world that you have not ever fucking even BLINKED at.
Giving You. A world. You can breathe in.
Stop. Fucking. Cheating it.
Okay?
Dave. Doing his thing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvNQAio5GKg
So many monsters.
There was Music.
I remember pilfering my mothers entire wall full of albums. Must have been 5k or more of them (5k wasn’t a potential resolution concept at the time, btw. It’s a number that represents MANY. Otherwise know as: a lot.)
I pulled 3 separate albums out of there. And I don’t know why. I was 4 years old. Potentially 5. But I DO remember doing it. And what I wanted.
Meet the Beatles
Hair
Sgt Peppers.
And I’m not shitting you here. I have ALWAYS enjoyed exceptional and instantly accurate taste in the finer things. It has ALWAYS been there for me like that. I was grooving on Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for several endless nights - well before the idea I could ever get STONED to it. Why would I need to get stoned? It already fucking had EVERYthing for me already there. Stoned? What’s that? Acid? Huh? What for?
I was totally stoned on all sorts of immediate excellence in those years - never ever thought to smoke a joint. (Someone handed me a beer at one point and the rest is history, however. True enough.)
I then went on into The Breakfast Club (yup, I was one of those) and there was fucking everything and always. I never felt starved for a song. Sometimes, I might hardly be able to breathe while waiting for a record to be released - that shit made me REAL hard, the record cover, what might that be - but the songs were always there. There was NEVER. A waiting for a song. Excellence was on top of me and all of the time. We all thought we were literally impenatrable as a result. Why wouldn’t we be?
There will ALWAYS. Be. Another song.
Oh? Will there?
-There will also ALWAYS be another Jimmy Hendrix. Every new child will know what that feels like. In my case? It was… mister fucking smash it all… Eddie. EVH. You will NEVER know the pleasure of hearing Eruption for the very first time. That shit was literally impossible. No actual human could do that at all. And then - there it was.
That hurt. This year. Ya know? There’s a lot of things that hurt but that wasn’t very nice on top of the rest. Thanks, Eddie - yer a fucking monster.
Anyways. Um. What was I saying?
Oh yeah:
DAVE MENIKETTI
The UNremembered
WILL there. Always be another song?
What makes a Dave Meniketti? Why would he bother to write yet another song that someone else wont hear on that the level that he deserves? Why does he keep doing that? Why are there so many awesome - you might know him as Y&T and I’ll lose you right there - Dave Meniketti songs? Why would he continue? To give me all that Music?
Knowing. It wont be heard the way it oughta be.
Simple answer of course:
Cuz he’s Dave fuckin Meniketti. He doesn’t know how to NOT be great. It might matter some that you don’t know him by name - but what matters a fuckton more is that he plays that goddamn geetar with everything he’s got. And he does that. Without excuse. Every. And all of the time.
He does it because he has to.
There are MANY people in your world that you have not ever fucking even BLINKED at.
Giving You. A world. You can breathe in.
Stop. Fucking. Cheating it.
Okay?
Dave. Doing his thing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvNQAio5GKg
So many monsters.
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