The vulnerability of Rock n' Roll
Rock n’ Roll. Head banging, face melting, adolescent destroying Rock n’ Roll. It is teenage angst incarnate. Angry to its core and powerful in its expression. It’s what makes the blood boil and the hairs stick up on the back of the neck. And yet, it comes from a place of vulnerability.
Rock n’ Roll historically has been an avenue to act out against the status quo. To give the finger to society. An altogether, triumphant fuck you. Yes. Gimme fuel Gimme fire, Gimme that which I desire. This is where we are. Men are angry. They are full of angst and worry and instead of opening up, they grapple the chain-linked fences of destruction in order to bring the entire house down. Acting out and violence have been our answer and our outlet since the dawn of time. We must express our inner rage in a healthy manner or risk exploding in some other misguided direction... like say damaging our integrity, worth and reputation. Instead of lashing out, we should look at what is behind the rage that fuels the music. We need to treat the problem, not plug the hole. As an adolescent I latched onto anything that would channel my anger with my parents, school, girlfriend, society- it helped to know that others were dealing with the same problems I was. I felt alone, destituate, powerless, but hearing the low beating of the drums a mile a minute, the screaming, the utter heartache and pain, made me feel comfortable. That is the essence of Rock n’ Roll, loneliness expressed as rage.
So it is time to look past the music and forensically look at the emotion. Through constant pained disgrace, The young boy learns their rules.