Up until I had my first child in November 2004, I wanted to "rock and roll all night and party every day" (thanks KISS) and I did. Music was and is my life. It may have been a long time since I partied like I did but the rock will always roll inside me.
My earliest memory of music was listening to the radio in the kitchen having breakfast, getting ready for primary school. My Mum's favourite radio station played the cool lounge tunes of Burt Bacharach and Dionne Warwick or the melancholy of The Carpenters. It wasn't until I was in my early teens that I didn't go a weekend without watching "Countdown" (Aussie "Bandstand" type program) and starting my life long love of rock and roll.
Bon Scott in his "Harry High Pants" jeans and no shirt, John Paul Young, Skyhooks, Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney & Wings (didn't get into The Beatles until my late teens), and my favourite group of musicians who were able to produce just the right rock and roll beat and put words to it, Led Zeppelin.
I don't know why people automatically associate sex and drugs with rock and roll. To me it's much more than that. My love of music is much more than that. It's like blood in my veins. It's defined me as the person I am now, at this point in my life. I hear a song from my past and I can pin point exactly what I was doing, how I was feeling, who I was with, everything. Having these memories is better than a photo. Photos fade or get lost. The music never dies in me. People will write new songs and they will become more memories.
As Robert Plant wrote "to be a rock and not to roll", I'm at a point in my life where I'm satisfied with everything as it happened and look forward to the next 'song' in my life. It may have been a long time since I partied all night long, but I 'rock and roll' every day.