Some people (like me) absolutely adore it, the rest of the world (even some Journey fans) absolutely hates it, but Dream, After Dream isn’t your typical rock album.
I was thinking about it this morning, what an awesome collection I have of music that doesn’t suck on MP3. Most music (with a few notable exceptions) written after 1985 sucks major ass. That’s OK because most of the good stuff is readily available on MP3 if you know where to look (Amazon…), which means no farting about with vinyl records, cassette tapes or even CDs.
This morning started off with Don McLean’s “American Pie,” “A Girl Like You,” by the Smithereens, the amazing live version of Journey’s “Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin'” from the Greatest Hits Live album, and “Don’t Tell Me You Love Me” by Night Ranger. I’ve got the good stuff. I have some choice rarities- all on MP3- such as Journey’s Dream, After Dream, Journey, Look Into the Future, and Next, and Gregg Rolie’s album simply titled Gregg Rolie, (these are sort of obscure) as well as some more recognizable 70’s and 80’s fare such as REO Speedwagon’s Hi InFidelity, Supertramp’s Breakfast in America, Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell, and Rush’s 2112.
The album art was a lot more interesting when record companies had all that surface area to work with and actual artists designing the covers. I must say Journey’s Departure album is the greatest cover art ever:
Multi-colored motifs are not just for gay pride. Remember that.
I have to say my favorite pic of Steve Perry on a Journey album cover is the one from Evolution:
It was 1979. Steve Perry was wearing Spandex. All was pretty much right with the world.
It disturbs me at times just how archaic I am becoming. It’s pretty bad when half the population can’t get most of my reference points. I was thinking about the whole idea of how our society views older people. I’m not a total fossil yet- at 43 I have not quite made it to the “ancient” category, but I’ve lived a year longer than Elvis. (If you don’t know who Elvis was, click on the previous link.) Elvis died in 1977. I remember that. A lot of my friends’ mothers were brought to tears over that one. I wasn’t really much of an Elvis fan (I was only 8) so I wasn’t as devastated by his death as some other people were. Of course, there are those who speculate that Elvis is still alive- but then Jimmy Hoffa might be alive somewhere too.
In 1975 there was a movie released called Logan’s Run. I am generally not a fan of science fiction, (in fact, normally I rather loathe the genre) but I remember watching this movie back in the 80’s and thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad to be spared the indignity of living past age 30 and being “old.” From today’s perspective (and having passed that milestone over a decade ago) that’s some scary shit.
Guess what? Your time’s expired!
Humans have a little something called a self-preservation instinct, and it’s a pretty intense drive. If not for this instinct, suicide would probably be so rampant that nobody would make it past puberty. All those people who tell you that “man, if I had to live like that just shoot me,” have a totally different perspective after the open heart surgery or colonoscopy or course of chemo. People hang on just as tenaciously- if not more so- to life at age 80 with a laundry list of catastrophic health issues than do healthy young people. They have looked death in the face and it scares the hell out of them.
Yeah, you’re old, but just not quite ready to die right now.
In Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail, we get to see a wonderful example of the self-preservation instinct in action. “I don’t want to go on the cart!” No shit. Nobody does, and I don’t care if you’re 8 or 80.
Steve-o is always telling me if he had to give himself shots he would rather die. Yeah, right. He might say that now but if it’s a choice between shots or death, I’m pretty sure he will acclimate himself to the shots. I’m diabetic and on insulin. Believe me, I am the first one to go and fill that insulin script. Needles? Who gives a royal hang? Once you get used to giving yourself the shots- which really doesn’t take long- it’s just something you do, like brushing your teeth or putting on shoes.
Get used to it, you wuss. I can think of much worse things- like being subjected to bad country music at 11 PM.
Of course, because I’m diabetic and have a nice little list of chronic illnesses I’ll probably be targeted for Obama’s death list sooner or later. I can see it now: This one is just too expensive to maintain. What scares me about the whole idea of rationed health care is that necessarily some people are going to simply be denied the treatments and medications they need to live. As the program costs more and more, fewer people will be deemed “sustainable,” and those with expensive chronic illnesses will be the first to be assigned to die- first by neglect (hell, just make sure the diabetics can’t afford their insulin!) and eventually by force. Maybe I’m being paranoid, (and I should never watch science fiction anyway) but I see Logan’s Run as an eventuality should socialism be played out to its objectives.
On the bright side, the old people have all the money, at least right now. As the population ages, perhaps we won’t have such a negative view of the elderly and/or infirm. Hell, we are almost hip. Notice that Lawrence Welk is not included in my playlists. I’m not that ancient- yet.
2 thoughts on “My Playlists are Awesome, and Planned Euthanasia Really Sounds Sucky- When You’re Old”
Like you, I question many of the people who claim that they “couldn’t live” under certain conditions. I LOVE being alive. I’m relatively healthy, but I think that God forbid if that were to change, I would still love being alive. My mom died in her 50s, but such was her love for life that she fought like hell. It was worth it to her until it wasn’t any more, and then she died. It was inspiring to watch her fight.
Rather die than have to give yourself shots? If someone told me, dude, you can either die right now or give yourself five shots a day for the rest of your life, I’d ask, “So how do I use this thing, anyway?”
Believe me, blood sugar testing and insulin shots are not that bad. The lancets and pen needles that I use are so tiny you barely notice them. My Dad has to do several shots a day- and he got used to it very quickly. I’m fortunate that so far I only have to do one long acting shot a day. I’m sure Steve-o’s perspective on “what will I do in order to live” will change as he gets older. I hope he doesn’t get diabetes (so far so good for him) but if he does, I think he will learn to use the insulin pen very quickly.
Sorry to hear about your mother. It truly does suck when someone who loves life and should live so much longer dies young. Then there are assholes who seem to live forever. It’s just not fair.