HERE I AM, BORN TO BE PRINCE OF MY UNIVERSE

Born to be king, I’m prince of my universe. Especially when I have daydreams of myself rocking out on a mountaintop to “Princes Of The Universe” by Queen with my hair whipping behind me and legs of super strength that somehow also have scoliosis.

Daydreams like this can happen anywhere for me. I could be on a bus that I forgot to get off of 10 stops back, or suffering through a boring-ass documentary in class on the nutritional values of kumquats.

Sometimes my daydreams can last as long as three full-length albums. In my “Princes Of The Universe” daydream I’m playing the guitar with brilliant ease while belting out the sweet honey lyrics simultaneously despite the fact that Queen had a guitarist and a separate lead singer.

Eventually I grow into a 300 foot man knocking down buildings with one fell swoop of my fist. Once I finish demolishing a city, I start karate chopping Godzilla, Mothman, Decepticons, the Kraken, and Balrog the shadow creature from the Mines of Moria in Lord Of The Rings; taking down massive evil creatures left and right effortlessly and deftly as their egos queue up to take me on.

After I brush off every evil creature ever, I quickly fly to the giant Amazonian women planet in the cartoon Futurama and pick a bunch of gigantic bananas. On my flight back to earth I save the banana peels so when I get back to Colorado I throw them on the side of the foothills. People ride these banana peels down the foothills and across the eastern plains surfing on cornfields at 100 MPH.

Reality is boring, but I usually snap back into it sooner or later. Music should flood the senses enough to inspire us to apply creative elements to the things we do best: paint, invent, write, concoct, build, etc. That’s why music videos exist; it isn’t just because of The Beatles and Michael Jackson that the music video was invented and thrives today. It’s that music inspires creativity in humans; that’s why our animal race has evolved to awesome levels of expression.