Confessions – Am I the only one…
…who wants to be Peter Gabriel?
This man is a golden god.
This man makes me want to prove to the world that I can lick my own elbow, just to do something no one has done or should do. Mind you, I cannot, in fact, lick my own elbow, but if anyone can, it’s Peter fucking Gabriel.
This is Peter when he was young and prone to shaving his forehead height into oblivion. He was the founder of Genesis, but then left to go solo and be A GOD!
His music is profound, if that word even describes it. There is no soft fluffy goo with Peter Gabriel, everything he says is indeed saying something. I have spent a good deal of my life relating to one song or another by this bastard, never realizing how much he was affecting me. His songs can draw from the raw viscera of open wounds and still sound hauntingly beautiful.
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
Yeah, this man has a conduit to the divine commodity, the wavelength eccentric, the golden ratio and compass. I want that hairdo, I want that foxhead, but I will live without both if he just keeps making music.
And then there’s this bad larry of a mamma jamma:
Phil motherfucking Collins
The other incarnation of the Genesis front line.
When Peter left Genesis, they searched for a replacement, achingly devastated in the belief that their founder had just taken with him any chance of their success when he left. The shorty drummer who had been singing backup for Peter took his place and Genesis became huge.
Then what happened?
Phil left to be a GOD!
Completely different kind of god, of course, but a god nonetheless. This man can drum. This man can put on a motherfucking show. (I’ve seen Sting and I’ve seen Phil Collins within just months of one another. Sting is supposed to be this classy artist and Phil is supposed to be this poppy hit maker who gets panned by the critics left and right. Well, let me set this bitch straight; Phil Collins blew Sting out of the FUCKING water!)
Phil Collins writes some of the most achingly sad, gut wrenching love songs you will ever hear. Listen to the lyrics of any number of his songs. Against All Odds!
How can I just let you walk away
just let you leave without a trace?
When I stand here taking every breath with you
you’re the only one who really knew me at all.
He has a tendency to write songs about love lost, or losing love, or waiting for love to return and they are heart rendering to say the least.
So, I write of them both despite their complete differences as artists. They are completely unique in their own way, but they share a couple strange similarities that made me connect them.
And here is where my confession lies.
Yes, they both sang for Genesis, but did you know they’re both Aquarians?
Why is that strange you ask and why do I know that?
Because I have a sincere fascination with Astrology. I do not believe it decides who you are (I’m an Aries and I’ve only ever thrown ONE person down a flight of stairs. That’s seriously slacking for a headbutt crazy Aries), but I believe it can hint toward some tendencies or traits that we either live with or fight with on a day to day basis. As a result of the interest, I ask everyone I care about what their sign is and I research everyone who intrigues me, because I LOVE finding patterns in life.
Now, the pattern here is obvious. And I noticed, not just because I have a soft spot for Aquarians and a photographic memory (and a love for the Zodiac, as you may know by now. Like, did you know Chris Farley, who was compared in every way to Jim Belushi when he died in a very similar way, was an Aquarius. Interesting, right? Yeah, especially when you realize…so was Jim Belushi.), but because for emotionally guarded Aquarians they write some seriously emotional shit!
Good for them. Being all ‘unpredictable’. So Aquarian.
