Rock and Roll Heaven

[Mystical Avalon]

This will be an OCC and IC thread. I recently read a short story about this and got a great idea. If we could see into a world where they all lived what would it be like? Groupies here and there, the musicians at home, the lives they led. Lets see just how we would interpret their lives if they were us and we were them.

I do not intend for this to be a fast paced thread. The thread will move at its own pace. Lets take this one slow and let it play its own story line out as we go.

This is ROCK AND ROLL HEAVEN

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We live in a world now that music means nothing. If it isnt naked it isnt good. I want to take you on a journey. Back in time when rock was king and the music meant something. When the players were real, the words held depth and the times they were achangin'. From Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimmi Hendrix, to Crosby Stills and Nash, Fleetwood Mac, Jefferson Starship, Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly. The things they must have done, the lives they must have lived. Ever wanted to be one of them? Ever wanted to walk that mile in their shoes?

Now is your chance. Come down the street. go into the diner. Walk into the bar. Here in Rock and Roll Heaven, they all live on and shows are nightly, just remember, time in here seems to have stopped and things never change. Jim is there now in his denim shirt and leather pants. Janis is backstage with her Couthern Comfort and Kris Kristoferson with Big brother waiting to play her set. If you look closely, you can see Jimmi putting strings on his left handed guitar. We all live in this one little world here at Rock and Roll Heaven. It is our world. Step into our world and see just how they lived with each other in this wild little town where the show never ends and the good times keep on comin!

 

[jabels]

hey can i join you? do we pick characters or what?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Thanks and sure. its your choice as to who you want to be. Any musician or create your own character such as a roadie or groupie

 

[jabels]

Ok and i'll be Geezer Butler......sex or no sex?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

What I would like is a story line with a little sex thrown in for good measure. I mean after all they are musicians right? I just dont want it to be about SEX all the time. These people really were people. They just had the fame to go with their everyday lives.

Make sense?

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy Orion

The last thing he remembered was screeching tires and busted glass, an impossibly loud pop as metal crashed into metal...

And now he was on a train. His acoustic guitar case was on the seat next to him. He could see only his reflection in the window, so black was the night outside.

Behind him, he heard a door open, and music from the other side. Sounds interesting, bluesy, dark... he grabbed his guitar and slung it over his shoulder, stood up and turned around. And there, standing in the aisle, was someone Tommy'd only ever seen pictures of.

"Dude," Tommy said, "you look just like Jim Morrison."

"That's good. I am Jim Morrison. Welcome to the Eternal Party, man. It's in there," Jim said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder as he walked past Tommy and into the next car. Tommy watched him go, the words he'd spoken not making any sense.

He walked into the next car, the bar car, apparently, and opposite the bar was Jim Belushi, black suit and tie and hat and sunglasses, wailin the blues.

After Belushi had been through a dozen songs and more whiskey than Tommy'd ever seen anyone consume, the train came to a halt. The doors opened.

"Go on, man, get out of here. The real party's through the gate," Jim said. "We're just the welcoming committee."

Tommy slung his guitar over his shoulder again and stepped off the train.

Was that Syd Barrett, playing a flute next to the gate? Was that really the sun coming up, across the horizon?

Tommy Orion didn't know what to expect, but he walked through the gates...

 

[Mystical Avalon]

*big Bump*