It turns out my brother was saying “last”, not “blast”, although he did say “bollocks” today before asking me what it meant, so all hope and amusement is not lost. “What a dumb pussy of bollocks,” he said. Then he found out what bollocks actually means (testicles, yo) and thought it was beyond hilarious. Oh, Josh. :’)
I’ve been reading Enter Night: A Biography of Metallica by Mick Wall, and last night I read the chapter called “Wild Chicks, Fast Cars and Lots of Drugs”. It talked a lot about the guys in Metallica starting to live “in excess”, like “true rock stars”. It discussed how they’d go off with groupies, catch taxis for miles-long drives… the works.
It’s no secret that I want to start a band. I just want to make a living at it, but what if I became rich from it, too? Last night’s chapter got me thinking about whether I would live in excess. I pretty quickly shrugged off the idea of drugs, alcohol, and groupies galore. It seems like those things are expected of every “rock star”, but there are plenty of clean (drug-free), successful artists out there.
No, I just wonder what I would do if I were RICH. So, if I were a rock star…
- I would buy a little house in the mountains. A few years in a row, my mom, brother, and I drove ten hours to Lake Placid, New York, a cute little touristy town in the Adirondack Mountains where the 1932 and 1980 Winter Olympics were held (“Miracle on Ice”, anyone?) and where they hold a prestigious ice dance competition in which my brother used to compete. Driving there, we always passed all these adorable houses tucked away into the mountainsides. They were literally built into the mountains (or at least that’s what my mom told me). I want one of those. In the Adirondacks if I can, please.
You know, actually, that’s all really. I would visit foreign countries quite often, of course, for as long as possible when not on tour. I might buy a lot of clothes and I would probably set up a home studio, but generally I don’t think I would spend too much. I spend a lot of what I make now, but nothing I want is extravagant, and if I suddenly came into a million dollars tomorrow, I would not know what to do with it save keep it for forthcoming everyday expenses.
I suck, really. Let’s hope I never get rich–it would be such a waste on me. Or maybe that makes me all the more deserving. 😉