I grew up in “the church”. A Christian church. And my church had “that guy”. The adult, anti-rock crusader. He was just on FIRE, warning us kids about the evils of rock and roll and all of the bad messages it was sending. Because we were going to hear those messages, and head off into sin.
Except, we all thought this guy was hilarious. WTF was he talking about? We weren’t hearing these evil “messages” from the songs we liked. STFU, dude. (Except this was the 1980s, and “WTF” and “STFU” hadn’t been invented yet.)
Then I got old.
And I started actually listening to/reading the lyrics of those songs I loved in my youth. And I suddenly understood what “that guy” was freaking out about.
I actually posted my thoughts about one song, a few years ago. Not gonna search for the post, because I can sum it up like so:
"Holy crap, I’ve heard The Eagles’ song, “Life in the Fast Lane” hundreds of times over the last 30+ years, but I suddenly realized, after hearing it on the radio this morning … IT’S ABOUT A COCAINE BENDER!
Tonight, as I approach 49-1/2 years old, I decided to pull up some Heart videos on YouTube. Specifically:
Now, that song came out when I was 10 years old. I was maybe 11-12 when I first heard it. Being a musician now, as I was then, holy crap, there’s something about the music itself. That is dick-hardening music.
But reading the lyrics, as an adult …
That song is a first-person story about a young, teenaged girl, told from the girl’s point of view, being seduced by an older guy, possibly an adult. And that adult is possibly using drugs to influence her. And the poor girl thinks it’s true love.
Now I understand “that guy”.