Sean Nelson, Rock an Roll Star

Mistakes are like diamonds and I've made so many of them. Dying every
minute, crying every day. I'd hate to know how things got this way.
Cause creeping in my mind are these dreams of mine that long, long ago
if I'd seen a spade for a spade and said fuck the world, if I'd given
all these fools their due and made like Prefontaine for my ambitions I
could have been a rock and roll star. I could have driven my Rav 4 on
Australlian beaches, letting my long hair be one with the wind. I could
have scuba-dived in fucking Jamacia, dried off and smoked a fucking
joint. I could have gotten my nuts off and gone onto the stage, *blast
it, I stopped and thought about whether that last line would get me
censored and it damned my flow* but let's pump out some mediocrity
anyway. I could have done work suitable for a mind such as mine:
inspiring, leading and creating with poetry and bull-blood music. I
remember after the only time I've really performed, this professional
bassist approached me and told me that my musical abilities were
"legendary," and he really hoped I'd use my talent for Christ. Well,
I'd use my talent for anybody who'd pay me and that's exactly why I'm
not anywhere today. But still: "Bear Sean, like a soldier, to the
stage; for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most
royally: and, for his passage, the soldiers' music and the rites of war
speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies: such a sight as this becomes
the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot." (the
end of Hamlet)