Dating a Rock Star

It took me 21 takes to get the guitar part right for this song, therefore I have about a gazillion minutes of footage for the video (Glück im Unglück). I had to massage, stretch and ice my left forearm for all the damage that did. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just saying, it’s harder than it looks to become a rock star. 21 guitar takes was just the beginning - then there was the vocals, backup vocals, percussion, bass line, etc. etc. etc. ...

What with the myriad of platforms for today’s independent artists (myspace, soundcloud, cdbaby, reverbnation, bandcamp, facebook, twitter, kickstarter, whatever...), it really takes an indefatigable dedication to your cause to even be a drop in the deluge of musicians out there trying to make a buck. 

I’m not trying to be a rock star, although, if I’d listened to my heart when I was 18, I may have been one by now (isn’t this your story, too?). Instead, I’m an opera singer, and I ain’t too shabby at it, either. People see this supposed talent I have for writing songs, and they want me to do certain things with it. All I say is, when the time is right, the time will come. Right now, because the opera houses are on summer vacation, I’ve got all the time in the world to write songs and still keep in touch, but the same is not necessarily true for my rockstar friends whose priorities lie elsewhere. 

Wishing all my musician friends much success. Don’t forget the little people!!

lyrics & music property of the grahamophone

I’m dating a rock star - but I can’t say his name

because my animal magnetism would distract from his fame

So I sit patiently behind closed doors

waiting for him to return from his tours

But he doesn’t remember to call me .... text me .... write me ...sex me

Because he's out making money - rocking the world 

oh my ‘honey’, gettin’ the girls

And maybe, baby, it’s a matter of time

‘til he comes home and he’s mine all mine.

When you’re dating a rock star, it’s best if you just join the band

sell tickets or t-shirts, or put a tambourine in your hand

Then you’re right by his side, watching his butt

and after the show, well, you know what 

And you won’t have to wait for him to call you ...text you ... write you ... sex you

You’re out there together, rockin’ the world

He’s your honey, and you’re his girl

‘cause he’s up there next to you on the stage

dancing and singing for girls half your age.

Just remember Ike and Tina

before too long he got meaner and meaner

There was no stronger love than Yoko and John,

but before he knew it, all his friends were gone. 

Two couples each in Fleetwood Mac and ABBA

Sid loved Nancy, but he still stabbed her

Sonny and Cher, Courtney and Kurt

no matter how you slice it, someone’s gonna get hurt.

  

If you’re dating a rock star.

forget everything that I’ve said

Round up your friends and grab a bad guitar

and start your own rock band instead

Then you won’t remember to call him ...text him ...write him ...sex him

You’ll be out making money, rockin’ the world

Gettin’ all the honeys, the guys and the girls

Competing with him for your place in the charts

No harm done and  no broken hearts.