June 15th, 2006

amd: ass monkey

The Church of the Rock Opera

It's been way too long since I've listened to "Tommy." It's even better than I remembered. For about six hours yesterday, I couldn't get these lyrics out of my head...

"And Tommy doesn't know what day it is,
he doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is,
how can he be saved
from the eternal grave?"

I was a bit surprised by how affected I was by them. I think if there was a branch of Christianity that just used "Jesus Christ Superstar" and "Tommy" as it's sacred texts, I'd sign right up. The Church of the Rock Opera. It would just meet like once a month and there's wouldn't be anybody in charge. It would probably be in somebody's mom's basement. There'd be lots of beanbag chairs and some old mattresses. Oh, and a really good stereo. Maybe a mini fridge and a bong too (strictly for Holy Communion purposes of course).