Bad Boys of Rock
My first musical loves were the bad boys of rock n roll.
Everybody has their own definition of a bad boy ~ some think it’s in the clothes, others the kick ass attitude, or the sneer of arrogance. But for me, a real bad boy, the dangerous ones, are the ones who have, beneath that rough exterior, a tragic side.
This is what ultimately makes them dangerous to women.
As women, we can’t help but see ‘the potential’ in everyone. We see behind the swagger to the hidden wounds of the man. Behind the drug addiction is an artist who needs to express himself. Behind the womanizer, a man who has been so injured in the past, he fears to really try again...
And of course, it follows that all this can (& will!) be healed by the love of a good woman. Even if she’s a bad girl herself ~ maybe even more so then, for then we see mirrored in his pain, our pain.
To me, a classic Bad Boy situation is found in the movie Grease. Girls so want those Bad Boys to change like Danny Zuko. Or even Kenickie. But the real Bad Boy was Leo, Leader of the Scorpions. He was hardcore, but the young, dreamer Gracie *knew* there was hidden tragedy deep inside, as sure as there were the pock-marks on his face!
Classic examples of rock’s bad boys are Elvis, Mick Jagger, Axel Rose, Steven Tyler, & Kid Rock.
Their albums are just like they are, 12 tracks of hot steamy raw rock, and 2 ballad tracks, ready to strip you of all common sense.
While their stance is all masculine strut & gyrations to pounding rhythms, they are slyly seducing you with their lyrics, their back stories... You can’t help yourself. You are drawn like a moth to the flame.
And you ache to become that sweet child of his, to be his refuge.
You achingly sing along, hearing his croons as a whisper to your soul:
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
His vulnerability is like a drug, teasing you into believing you are ‘the one.’
But there is no way to love a man into healing himself ~ at least not so that the two of you can remain together.
No matter how he speaks to you...
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to
free my mind
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
It's been a couple of months in this smokey room
Eatin’ shrooms, drinking Boone’s
Writin’ tunes and hoping to get
One of these motherfucking songs to hit
A little bit of love that’s all I need
A little inspiration in a bag of weed
A seed to plant so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl cause I don’t need that
H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I’m about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Bad Boys blow alright. If you’re lucky, it’s out your door. If not, then pain awaits you, oh merciful lover of the tragic.
You cannot ride to his rescue any more than he can really ride to yours. ‘Rescuers’ are nothing more than amplified rebound relationships, and suffer equally amplified pain when the healed & whole move on. And they will. They always do.
Tell me what it takes, is what you’ll be singing.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
It’s a nice fantasy. Let it remain one.
As you slide that CD into your slot, & you imagine his caresses are washing over you just as the waves of his vulnerability are, just dance, masturbate, enjoy the fantasy. Imagine you are the one who could save him, if you so choose.
But leave it there. With the music.
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Unless it’s the scars from trying to save a bad boy.