Born To Rock

Before I begin this week's post, I have a couple of brief business items to discuss.

Numero uno: Do you make/distribute/illegally traffic an item? Yes? Well, I am looking for prize sponsors. If you would like to donate a prize from your etsy shop, ebay store, or yard sale, let me know. You'll get thousands of new faces pointed towards your business. Ok, maybe not thousands, but close.

Numero dos: Another book review of Generations has been posted on another great blog. Go take a peak.
Look at last week's post for links to two more reviews.

Speaking of reviews, I am still looking for some readers to post reviews on Amazon. It's super simple to do and hugely helpful to customers who are considering buying my book. And you can choose a screen name that I will never recognize, like MYNAMESNOTLORI.

So onto this week's post:

You already know that I'm a little strange. So I figured what the heck, I'll tell you even more about my oddities. Yet another thing that most people don't know about me is that I want to be a rockstar. Don't laugh, I'm serious.

If you are laughing, it's probably because you've heard me sing before. Or play the piano. I'll be the first to admit it: I don't have an ounce of musical talent. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming.

And it gets even weirder than an unmusical person wanting to be a musician. I don't want to be a chick rocker; I want to be a dude rocker.

Now before you quickly close the window to my blog and never come back, let me explain. Guys just have better rock voices. Girls are great for classical and country, but rock? Not so much. Plus, girl rockstars must not only have a great set of pipes: they also have to have a great set of ... ya know. Guys can be hideously ugly and still make millions.

See what I mean?

But, lest you think I want to be a rockstar so I can be a ugly dude making millions (because that would be weird) let me tell you why I would like to be reincarnated as Brandon Flowers.  I love music. Love, love, love it. Can't make it a day without it. Could you imagine what it would be like to actually hear music in your head and be able to sit down and ... compose?! It amazes me how people can take a simple note and make it into a symphony (or a three minute love-ballad). That's got to be one of the most fulfilling things in the world. And even more than just the music: the lyrics! I love good lyrics. The words are picked with such precision and emotion. A songwriter can't ramble (ala this post) nor can they skip essential details or the listener goes, "Huh? 'I’m as serious as cancer when I say rhythm is a dancer?' That makes no sense!" As a writer, I've learned SO much from good lyrics.

So that's my strange desire: I want to have an alternate life as a male rockstar who composes great music and writes phenominal lyrics.

What about you? If you could have an alternate life and be ANYTHING, what would you be? Would you walk a tight-rope at a circus? Be a CEO of a huge corporation? Act on Broadway? Be a Unicorn Whisperer?

Do share. We promise not to laugh.