Alas, I've felt every emotion that poor boy feels throughout all of 'Almost Famous.' There's a lot standing up against me as a journalist...and a music journalist at that. I'm not aggressive by any means. I'm also not male, like most rock journalists...and sad to say, a lot of people still don't take women seriously.
But...I'm passionate. More than anything else, I have passion. And I have my old 'Rolling Stones' and I can flip through them and think to myself, 'I wish i wrote that.' I can imagine my byline there. I'm willing to learn. You don't have to be an expert on a band to write about them. William Miller wasn't a Stillwater expert...he just loved what he was doing. And I do love what I do...or at least have the potential to do.
And, once I finish doing all that...I'll teach it to the kids like me...or even while I'm doing it, I'll teach it to them. I've never been that stand-out student that is amazing at everything. No one ever really notices anything I do. But...critics and supporters alike will tell you that I love what I do.
And...sure thing, I'm too sweet for rock and roll...but, I'm okay with that.
"We take all kinds of pills to get all kinds of thrills but the thrills we've never known is the thrill that will hit ya when you get you're picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone..."
Just a thought...it's been bugging me.
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