Hallelujah and a box of chocolates!

The truth shall set you free.   I agree with that.  But, I think music does the same thing.   

The weird thing about music is that it doesn’t always match up with the person. Or maybe that’s just what they want you to think.  Does the rapper on the outside match the sweet candy on the inside?  (see what I did there? wrapper/rapper? I am clever even at midnight!)  I have this theory that sometimes the music you listen to harbors the “alter” – the one person you might be-- if you weren’t you. 

How many Librarians rage against the machine?  Probably a fair number.  Hell, I would be angry if I had to whisper all day.  I would want to bang my head and scream and do whatever else hard rockin people do – but only after I filed my last book according to the Dewey Decimal System/Card Catalog.  

They are all tatted up underneath that high buttoned up shirt – now you know why they wear them.  Not because they are conservative.  That is just a myth they perpetuated so you would keep whispering in the library.  Would you whisper if you knew they had “sleeves” and listened to Avenged Sevenfold?  Yeah. …no, you wouldn’t.  You would want to party with them.  And the library would be an alphabetical mess.  

“A” books cavorting in the “R” section with the “TEI” books. 

 An. Apocalyptic. Hot. Mess.

I know people that only listen to “classic rock n roll”.  They are not so interested in new music.  They find it crass and offensive and, well, just plain bad.  I think that a Madonna or Cindy Lauper lives inside them.  Slowly welling up, building, and will spill out when they least expect it.  

When they are giving me crap about my music (which is usually whatever is playing on the radio), I like to think about that “teeny bopper” alter living in them like a bad alien.  I’ve not seen it happen yet, but maybe when they are 92, and fully demented, it will blow wide open over a bowl of malto meal in the nursing home dining hall.  Out of their old people skin an Alien Teeny Bopper will emerge.  
Skippety hopping up on the table on all fours.
"Ah ha! Like a Virgin, Oh Girls just wanna have fun-un" all up in Mrs. Watanabe and Mr Jackson's grill.  

Ha!  And WHO, mind you, will be laughing then?  

Probably other toothless deranged oldies.  Or maybe just those who forgot to take their morning anti-psychotic meds.   (OK, it is probably not worth the wait. ….or is it?)


I really don't like it much when people judge me and my music.  Does it show?

But, what about me?  I like all kinds of music. 

(I will say that I used to hate Elvis Costello.  I did call him the “Dead Man” because he sounded nearly dead until I saw him in concert.  Could have been the al al al al al alcohol, but I liked him by the end of the concert.  I'm flexible like that.)  

So, my alter would be….what?  I like nothing?  I like silence?

I DO.  
I DO like silence, Sam I am. 
On a train, in a car, in a tree.  
It is so good, so good you see.

It is one of my favorite sounds.

The truth HAS set me free.  Hallelujah and a box of chocolates!

Shhhhhhhhh….

That’s what the Librarian said.

And we all know about her.