A do over as a rock star
If I had a do over, I’d want to be a rock star. Because, based on the premise of several other movies I’ve watched recently, the real Neverland is found on the bus going somewhere else, while the mates fight it out among themselves. Not quite paradise, but from what I remember of Peter Pan, the movie version, close enough for… no, I won’t say it.
This afternoon, we watched Still Crazy, which makes a rock star out of Bill Nighy. Something like his role in The Boat That Rocked, which made him into a star DJ (another possibility for a Neverland experience. Yes, maybe the roles were just Bill personified. But how do you explain Billy Connolly?
In fact, as I thumb (mentally) through the pile of rock star movies, they all make it look like a pretty cool lifestyle. In a lot of cases, you don’t even have to play your instrument well. Just get on the bus and be ready for the next time the lights come up, somewhere else. Who needs to be rich, when you’ve got the music and all your mates are on board? Even if you hate the whole lot.
My life as a (sort of) civil servant is about as far from rock star status as you can get. Not even much opportunity to play air guitar, or work out the bumps in a personal version of Bohemian Rhapsody. My preference is to sleep in my own bed for more than 300 nights per year. So maybe I’d have to make concessions if I became a rocker. How about… an occasional road trip, just to get a feel for how it goes?
