<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804346489818688620</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:38:44.659-08:00</updated><category term='teenagers'/><category term='musicians'/><category term='songs'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='rock and rolls'/><category term='yesterday'/><category term='past'/><category term='tickets'/><category term='singers'/><category term='stars'/><title type='text'>Sing A Song From Yesterday Leave Today Alone</title><subtitle type='html'>Leaving my idols behinds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singasongfromyesterdayleavetodayalone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804346489818688620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singasongfromyesterdayleavetodayalone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Destinyrk2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804346489818688620.post-1196869375713355871</id><published>2008-08-30T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:27:23.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock and rolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicians'/><title type='text'>Don't Step Out Of The Past</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you were a teen and the rock stars were your idols.  You would buy their Cd's, buy magazines to&lt;br /&gt;learn more about them and just stair at them  for ever, thinking how hot they were.  You'd listen to their songs, alone with &lt;br /&gt;your friends, hang out where their tickets were being sold for concerts and wait all night for the ticket booth to open &lt;br /&gt;and spend all the money you had made at your minimum paying job just to experience their coolness in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember spending the  night in a parking lot anticipating buying "Hearts" concert tickets, Peter Frampton, Kiss. &lt;br /&gt;And rushing in buying as many souvenirs I could afford and being one of many standing up and drooling over &lt;br /&gt;them as they sang their songs and ran around the stages performing.  Becoming more and more a fan watching &lt;br /&gt;them and drooling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the years pass you still listen to their music and your mind goes back to the day of when you and your &lt;br /&gt;friends would sit around talking with their music playing in the back ground.  Remembering how great their songs &lt;br /&gt;were and how beautiful and sexy they were.  Re visiting the events of the day that made that particular song so &lt;br /&gt;important in your world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then years pass from those days of when these performers were greatness and you see them on television &lt;br /&gt;performing or they perform a concert again and you go because many years prior you were so into that performer &lt;br /&gt;or that group.  You anticipate the concert one more time just as you had in the past, but when the concert begins and &lt;br /&gt;that performer that you once drooled over has aged right along with you, the magic seems to have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the song pretty much sounds the same and the instruments are played miraculously as they had been, but &lt;br /&gt;the movements have slowed down a great bit or have stopped completely, and that once idol of yours has lost their &lt;br /&gt;youth and charisma you realize time has passed and as you have aged they too have aged and have somehow lost&lt;br /&gt;their  sex appeal.  And the reality of you have aged too, sinks in and you wish  you had never tried to relive the &lt;br /&gt;past.  And you don't even want to see the performer now because they have lost their spark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly a mental shock and you can only try to block out the current artist at their age now and try to slip &lt;br /&gt;them back  into the past so they will always stay young and energetic in  your mind and their songs &lt;br /&gt;live in the youth time you have created in your mind.  I realize these performers still need to make money &lt;br /&gt;and them being in concert can only bring back awesome memories for them, probably more so than me but &lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder if I am alone in thinking their comes a time when performers need to stop performing and &lt;br /&gt;just allow their songs to linger from yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious if I'm the only one that sees this like this or if others find the aged "Heart", Peter Franptom etc &lt;br /&gt;see them in a different light? And I guess I wonder do we fill that way because of our own mortality or because &lt;br /&gt;by seeing them at a different aged time in life makes them less attractive and less important or could it be because &lt;br /&gt;their aged performance takes something from our past that should never be disturbed or could it be that it seems &lt;br /&gt;that you see younger artist perform and see your kids react to them as you had to your idols, only to come to&lt;br /&gt;realize that each generation relives the same cycle of life as the generation before them and the generation before&lt;br /&gt;that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has come to make me wonder what exactly is the purpose in growing that excited and that pumped up about &lt;br /&gt;something or someone to have realize its just a part of time that passes quickly and when it ends it should never&lt;br /&gt;be reborn again because it makes you question other aspects of life, and how something at one time of your life &lt;br /&gt;was so anticipated has lost its spark and appeal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in the past, allow me to see you as you were and remember how your songs touched my life that allows my &lt;br /&gt;memories of days gone by to live in my mind forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804346489818688620-1196869375713355871?l=singasongfromyesterdayleavetodayalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singasongfromyesterdayleavetodayalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1196869375713355871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804346489818688620&amp;postID=1196869375713355871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804346489818688620/posts/default/1196869375713355871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804346489818688620/posts/default/1196869375713355871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singasongfromyesterdayleavetodayalone.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-step-out-of-past.html' title='Don&apos;t Step Out Of The Past'/><author><name>Destinyrk2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
