Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Oh heck! I forgot to be a rock star

Oh my! It is 2007 and this morning I woke up and suddenly realised I had forgotten something.....In those hazy morning waking minutes I remembered that I had always planned (amongst other things), to be a rock star? A Rock Star! I clearly remembered that I was absolutely certain that I was going to be THE Rock Goddess of Rock Goddesses! Why else would I have practiced with my hairbrush microphone for hours and hours in front of the mirror? Can it possibly be that all that commitment was wasted? I had so perfected that cheeky sideways glance at the camera that I had seen Annie Lennox do...I had just about got it. That sort of coquettish look? Perfect! What about that book in which I had put together all my designs for my very "interesting" stage clothes? The only thing I hadn't actually practiced was learning how to sing or play a musical instrument. Not that either of those are important really if you want to be a Rock Goddess I told myself. There was one other rather large tiny glitch along my Rock Goddess career path - I was podgy. Now I have to admit it to myself that "Podgy",without Mama Cass's voice, is a bit of a liability for the dream girl I had created in my plans.

Between you and me, the truth is that I sort of decided I had better put the Rock Goddess thingy on hold until I had a bit of free time to learn the guitar and/or sing (anything that would distract from the podgy thingy - interestingly dieting was not even considered ) and when I could do that I would be idyllically happy and every one would idolise me and THEN I would take off some weight and go to the gym. So I popped the design book in the bottom of the wardrobe, used the hairbrush for brushing my hair and did a few other things that didn't actually need me to learn an instrument nor put together a wardrobe of leopard skin tights shiny pants and gold lame revealing tops. But always hovering in the background was my secret plan to be famous and the diva I always knew I really was.......

Life went on I distracted myself by living it -I amused myself with things like going to university and working. The children's dreams of greatness became my dreams. My hairbrush microphone technique became a little rusty and a little too 60's. My dreams got pushed under further with each partner and each year. I happily drove my daughters to cello lessons and swimming classes and I enjoyed spending evenings doing things long forgotten.

And now here I am waking up in 2007 in my 60th year and I have only just remembered that I have never stood on a stage (apart from running workshops or in my ballet school concert when I was 6) . Never once have I worn too tight leopard skin pants and a gold lame top.

But this is 2007 and all doors are open. I can't help but think that if I want to be a rock star then a husky 60 year old voice might just be the thing......as soon as I learn the guitar I think I might just do it! I know I can find that old hairbrush somewhere. And while I am looking for the hairbrush I have a suspicion that some other hidden dreams might just bubble to the surface... I just can't wait.

12 comments:

Housewife said...

Oh you are too much!

Can I be your first groupie?

I promise to not wear a shirt that has baby vomit stains on the shoulder.

Robin - Erithacus rubecula said...

OH YES!!! Baby vomit stained t shirts have the little something extra for a punk gig.

A Citizen said...

We all thought we were going to be rock gods and goddesses- and instead we turned into real life people- which as it turns out isn't all bad.

I met Marianne Faithful at a book signing in Chicago about 10 years ago(as it turned out, at the same time the Stones were playing). She referred to them as the "Rolling Bones"- which I thought was sweet and funny.

work in progress said...

I was going to be a Hollywood actress. Then I decided my privacy was too important, so, I sacrificed the millions of dollars so that my family wouldn't end up in the National Enquirer. It was NOT because I had never acted, and it was NOT because I gave up the dream...just being practical ;-)

RUTH said...

Firstly belated Happy New Year. A great post this; I too have missed out on the tight leopard skin pants and gold lame top...still I'm only ....one sec got use my fingers, toes and someone elses..still not enough...need one more person...that's it...I'm still only 54. LOL

Robin - Erithacus rubecula said...

Ruth you are just a baby!!!!
I suspect we could make one great Rock band ....but do you have a large safety pin I could borrow to keep the leopard skin pants together....

Robin - Erithacus rubecula said...

work in progress - of course it was the privacy!!! That's the thing...and who wants to have to think about that money I just know I would compromise my integrity!!
So I made the choice for keeping my mind occupied worrying about how the next bill gets paid...so good for the soul!

Spill The Beans said...

You can indeed be a rock star. Get a used Playstation 2, and invest in Guitar Hero. You'll dig it.

crpitt said...

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Rachelle Black said...

Ha!! I remember those days.
My best friend and I were The Silver Starrs. We had it all planned out, redecorated my old playhouse as a studio- and even wrote a script for a variety show and came inches from sending it to Disneyland studios.
(don't ask me why Disneyland.... maybe we thought deep down that Mickey would never turn us down for our sucky script?)

I wasn't podgy then, but I certainly am now! All I get to do now is sing in church, but my dreams of stardom haven't faded.
Whenever you want to take it on the road baby, I'm right there with you!
Slainte~
Rachelle

Robin - Erithacus rubecula said...

OK then Rachelle, you're in...no audition needed.. A coalition of the willing so to speak....but we doneed a name.... .now..mmmm....

Vivienne said...

People should read this.