Daydream

I went to West Memphis Christian for high school. It's a Church of Christ school, and Church of Christ schools have chapel every day. Chapel was usually a few songs, a few prayers, and an awkward religious speech from one of the male teachers who were as a rule good guys but not really great preachers. Then there would be announcements. I would zone out completely. For four years, I knew I would have at least twenty minutes or so of thought-free time.

But when chapel was especially interminable I would daydream about Motley Crue being lowered from the ceiling on a huge platform, blasting out one of their songs at full volume. That would certainly shake things up, wouldn't it? Who knew the Crue was on the roof, waiting to be lowered in? Put a long-winded teacher in charge and the Crue would play four or five songs. It was a pretty great late-eighties daydream.

Anyhow, the other day I was in a meeting so boring I had to resurrect the daydream after nearly fifteen years of non-use; down came Nikki Sixx and company onto the long conference room table. Thankfully it wasn't the somewhat funny and horrifying Crue of today. This was Shout at the Devil era Motley Crue, complete with make-up and pentagrams, playing Looks That Kill. It was also pretty great.