I was having some trouble choosing a song tonight, so I paused the computer, skipped about 25 songs, and hit play. Seems like I hit the perfect choice.
I really do have a rock & roll heart. I don’t really care one way or the other about ’57 Chevys, but play me some electric guitar, and I will probably follow you anywhere. It’s the first place I found where I could ever really be myself, the first thing I could ever call mine. I’ve mentioned before that I’m not very musical in terms of talent (but I wield a pretty mean pen/computer keyboard). But music has always felt like home for me. Some of my earliest memories revolve around listening to music. One of my favorite toys when I was tiny was this Fisher Price record player.
The little plastic records played classic children’s songs. I seem to remember “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” getting a lot of play. Music has always been present in my life.
When I discovered rock & roll, I was hooked. The Beatles, Elvis, Chuck Berry. . . . you name it, I’ve probably at least tried to listen to it. I tend to shy away from the pompous and self-important. I’m not usually a big fan of whatever’s hot at the moment. And very often, I slip away from rocking and rolling to listen to some sweetly introspective acoustic. But I always come back.
Eric Clapton gets criticized a lot (sometimes rightly) for his pop tendencies, but he really hit all the right notes with this song, literally and figuratively. I don’t need a new theme song, but this is one of those songs that describes me to a T. “Here’s what you’re gettin’, and I don’t want to change. I get off on ’57 Chevys. I get off on screaming guitars. Like the way it gets me every time it hits me, I’ve got a rock ‘n roll, I’ve got a rock ‘n roll heart.”