For those about to rock...
Ever since this song came out, it has puzzled me. Sure it's a totally kick ass tune (it has a cannon after all), but what does it mean? What does someone, who is on the very cusp of rocking, but has not yet rocked look like? I always pictured some dude with long hair and a Kiss T-Shirt, head thrown back, ready to swing forward and bang into something - or perhaps Angus Young leaning back, arm raised high, pick in hand contemplating his next power chord.
About to rock, but not yet ... rocking.
Moreover - why just about to rock? Why not for those who have rocked, or typically enjoy rocking? Why not salute those dudes?
For a long time I assumed that it was just based on syllabic necessity, until I read this post from+Will Robinson. It was then that I realized that there must be some instant, just before an event of calculated madness that one perceives the totality of the moment they have chosen. Plan in mind, hand on doorknob, and a sense of propriety admirably absent. This is what it means to be about to Rock, and while fleeting, it seems only reasonable that the moment should be marked with cannon fire.
Ever since this song came out, it has puzzled me. Sure it's a totally kick ass tune (it has a cannon after all), but what does it mean? What does someone, who is on the very cusp of rocking, but has not yet rocked look like? I always pictured some dude with long hair and a Kiss T-Shirt, head thrown back, ready to swing forward and bang into something - or perhaps Angus Young leaning back, arm raised high, pick in hand contemplating his next power chord.
About to rock, but not yet ... rocking.
Moreover - why just about to rock? Why not for those who have rocked, or typically enjoy rocking? Why not salute those dudes?
For a long time I assumed that it was just based on syllabic necessity, until I read this post from+Will Robinson. It was then that I realized that there must be some instant, just before an event of calculated madness that one perceives the totality of the moment they have chosen. Plan in mind, hand on doorknob, and a sense of propriety admirably absent. This is what it means to be about to Rock, and while fleeting, it seems only reasonable that the moment should be marked with cannon fire.
Will Robinson originally shared this post:
Just ran across the gale-force windy seafront in a t-shirt and jeans singing "POLYAMORY!" to the tune of the Balamory theme. Got spun around twice, pushed into the road repeatedly, almost knocked over, and am now in adrenaline comedown
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