I’m guilty of indulging in all of the above. And if I’m going to be honest, I enjoyed all three. ^_~ Some more than others.
I’m a child of the 70’s and while many of my contemporaries at the time were experimenting heavily with LSD, I was quite content to smoke the occasional joint. I dabbled in a few other things, but never did the hard stuff for two reasons, the first being; I was a big fat chicken. Being under the influence of something so potent scared me. Secondly, my fear of liking it too much was a concern. I knew as a teenager I had an addictive personality, I wasn’t about to become addicted to something that would control me.
Rock and roll was as much a part of my daily life as sitting down to dinner with my family every night. If the radio wasn’t blaring, Led Zepplin, Bad Company, Clapton or Peter Frampton, I was playing it on my record player or better yet singing along with my favorite bands in concert. Heart, Zep, Rod Stewart, Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, I rocked out to them all in concert as a teenager and some again as an adult.
My iPod playlist is top heavy with classic rock. I come by it honestly. As an impressionable teen, my heart beat to the same angst of those ballads. Love found. Love blossoms. Love grows. Love is snatched away by a scheming opportunist or tragically torn from our arms by the grim reaper. Oh, how I could relate to it all!
I found my true love my freshman year of high school. Our love blossomed and grew throughout high school and after, only to be torn asunder by scheming bitches and smarmy opportunists. Oh, the heartache of it all. But wait! We are reunited! Once more, so happy and in love, only to–what? Be torn apart again! this time because I wanted freedom and he wanted to tighten my leash! Nevah! But oh how lonely I was without him. Wait! You don’t want me back? Hah, of course you do, you just don’t know it. Take that! See? I told you, you wanted me back! And there we were, once again united, the couple everyone knew would live happily ever after. But alas, as much as I do love you, there is someone else now… (I married that guy).
My life then was a rock and roll ballad. Is it any wonder I write rock and roll ballad love stories? I not only write the angst, I write the angst to the angsty music. Rarely do I write without my earbuds in and my iPod cranking out one woeful ballad after another. The more heartbreaking the better. There’s some good contemporary angst on the airwaves too. My new obsession is love songs about lovers who are so totally wrong for each other, and who know they are totally wrong for each other but because their lethal attraction defies logic, they dive head first into a relationship knowing it’s going to end badly. Maybe I’m watching too much reality television, but I really love this stuff!
I’m currently allowing two unnamed characters in my head, two people who are so not mean to be but who cannot resist the other, feed me lines while giving me glimpses of themselves, not as individuals, but who they are when they’re together. It’s decidedly dark and stormy, and someone is going to get hurt. I just don’t know who, how or when. I can’t wait to write this story. But if it weren’t for the sex, drugs and rock and roll of my teenage years, I’d be writing Gidget Got Married stories.
Who knew sex, drugs and rock and roll all those years ago would still be serving me so well all these years later?
What about you? What influenced you in your teens that still influences you today?