Let me explain, I am not talking about the Bob Dylan image
of the tambourine man.
Why?
I’m not very good at following orders…or listening to
requests (fight the power). Needless to say people following my tambourine and
I around, asking us to play a song for them is not very high on my bucket list
(I can’t speak for my tambourine at this time).
Stevie Nicks, Jim Morrison, Roger Daltry, Steven Tyler, Mick
Jagger, Prince, Elton John (don’t recall him ever playing one…too much time
spent tinkling the ivory, but think the cover of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
would be enhanced with a tambourine), Steve Shelley, Kim Gordon, The
Bangles...need I go on? All tamed the beast that is the tambourine.
Therefore I have decided that in order to be rock royalty
(although I question whether Steven Tyler is rock royalty. I mean…American
Idol? And yes, The Bangles are rock royalty. Ask Lorelai Gilmore), it is
clearly mandated that one must use a tambourine.
How does this logic qualify me for this career? Well…it
doesn’t, but I just really want to be the love child of Stevie Nicks and Mick
Jagger when they weren’t dabbling in their Sapphic and homoerotic tendencies
respectively.
If you aren’t convinced I would just like to point out that
Davy Jones, Tracy Partridge and Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats were also
tambourine fiends.
I rest my case.
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