Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Word Salad part XXMIIV

I'm on an Ozzy kick. But not the shitty Ozzy you listen to. The cool Ozzy before Randy died. The Ozzy that made my grandma think I was going to hell for listening.

I used to lay on the floor in my room, a speaker on each side of my head and CRANK it so as to try to drown out the noise in my head.

It wasn't just Ozzy. It was Dio. Crue. I tried it with KISS once. All that did was cemented the belief that they are truly a shitty band who only ever had schtick going for them.

If you like KISS please stop reading my blog.

Leave me alone, don't want your promises no more

I must have listened to that one song a bazillion times. I am 99% sure that was when music became a part of my religion.

Movies were always the other part. The movie theater, like the music venue, my place of worship.

Music and movies are not so different from one another. The words make the story and, when they are written right, they say what you wish you could have said.

Here's a secret about me that even TGB doesn't know. I get emotional once the previews start. There's always a catch in my throat, I sit up a little taller in my chair and feel my eyes well. Not sad tears, just... my kind of magic.

When I watched Guardians of the Galaxy 2 the other day both of my religions collided and I was left a puddle of goo.

I won't give anything away, but the movie ends on the song Father and Son by Cat Stevens. As soon as he hit play I leaned over and whispered to my wife, I may actually bawl.

I didn't expect the entire fucking song to play, but it do.

So I am sitting there, having watched two plus hours of this fucking amazing, fun movie, crying like someone just kicked me in the balls.

If you've ever listened to the words of the song and had a father that was worth a damn it makes sense.

I first heard it when I was sixteen or seventeen and sure I had it all figured out. It's just that my old man was keeping me down, as good fathers are wont to do *eyeroll*

I would play this stupid song on my guitar (because I was a douche) and be convinced Cat was singing about my old man.

Then I grew up and moved out.

Suddenly, I understood father's half of the song. I realized what sniveling little fuck I had been.

The old man was right all along.

God dammit, I fucking hate this movie. 

I miss you, dad. 

Titty sprinkles!