k is for keith

...keith moon, ladies and gentlemen. ahhh, keith and i have a very turbulent past. i fell in dysfunctional love with keith about eight years ago when i wasn't sure i was crazy about living much longer. something about his total disregard for tranquility and order attracted me. plus, he was cute. and even more importantly than that, he could play. it goes without saying that his drumming style is...well, to some extent, indescribable. i even at one time had wild notions of learning the drums. and there was no mystery as to why 'the drums' attracted me; i was wired with so much impacted anger and i had never been afforded a healthy outlet for it. so, beating the hell out of things seemed like a logical means of relief. at the time. still, i have great affection for keith. i like a man who always looks like he's having a good time. i haven't seen too many pictures of keith where it looked like he was 'hating life.' he was a very lucky, sick little boy. innocent and exuberant, explosive and rotten, gleeful and ultimately sad. i hope i'm not being too melodramatic when i say that 'i can relate.' the picture is also from my 'tommy' dvd. i put the disc in earlier and took some shots. it wasn't easy to 'catch him' winking, believe me.