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Remembering Ronnie James Dio

May 19, 2010 drewrozell 7 Comments

“You don’t know Rainbow in the Dark?” Rachel asked. Her tone let me know how uncool she found my ignorance.

“So you’re saying you’ve never heard of Dio?” she added, her incredulity bordering on disgust.

I wanted to lie, but she had me. I shook my head in shame and I told her I would have a listen.

In 1983, this meant that I would have to wait for the weekend, tune into the late night rock show, and hope. I had a blank tape sitting in the cassette deck, my index and ring fingers poised press the two buttons simultaneously to RECORD.

The DJ previewed his playlist and yes, he promised, that the new one from Dio would be coming up.

Rachel was right.

The song Rainbow in the Dark was supercool. I listened to it over and over, writing out the lyrics on a sheet of paper. Later in the week, I pressured my mom to take me to Record Town in the mall so I could buy the cassette tape for $17.98 with my paper route money.

I had no intention of showing my mother what I bought. To steal a line from the movie This is Spinal Tap, Dio’s new album had a rather lurid cover – a chained, drowning priest being chain-whipped by a demon. No, this was not to be shared with the folks. This was just for me. I could not wait to get home and pop the tape into my Sony Walkman.

As I type these words, it’s 27 years later (whoa!) and I am listening to the same recording on my iPod. I nod my head in appreciation of the music that still holds up. Somehow all the lyrics have remained stored in my memory bank.

Ronnie James Dio passed away the other day, and I feel compelled to write him a note of thanks. The news of his death made me remember the impact that his art had on me.

Dio’s music was about dreams, magic, mystery. The light and the dark.  Heaven and hell. If you were going to add a metal soundtrack to one of the Lord of the Rings movies, Dio would be your guy. His voice was powerful and piercing – listen to him sing and you’ll notice you can understand all the words.

I’d listen to his music over and over. I recall my exasperated father bursting my bedroom, commanding me to “turn that shit down!”  as I was tracing out the DIO logo (did you hear? flip it upside down and it spells d-e-v-i-l or so the rumor went…) on pieces of paper for my walls.

Dio came to my hometown for a concert the next year (Dokken opened).  My friend Matt and I were not disappointed by the lasers, fog, and metal music. I was thrilled to buy my first overpriced rock T-shirt so I could put my allegiance on display. I was 14 years old, in the beginning stages of forming an identity for myself.

I knew I wanted to be a good person. I wanted to do the “right” things. But typical of my age, few of the messages from adults, teachers, and the church resonated with me. I found most of them to be restrictive, contradictory, or hypocritical.

Up to this point in my life, I worked very hard to fit in, to be the person I believed everyone wanted me to be. But lately that didn’t feel so good anymore.

My new shirt? That was mine. I wanted everyone to know what I liked. The fact that my figures of authority would not like it? All the better.

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Still, wearing my new shirt to school the morning after the concert (I had to prove I was there, right?), I remembering feeling self conscious as I strode into math class for first period. I had a demon on my chest, man – quite a departure from the collared shirts with the alligator on the tit that my mom bought me.

As I took my seat, Mr. Crisler’s eyes stopped on me. He said nothing, but looked me up and down. A small furrow appeared between his brow and he moved on.

He noticed.

In my mind, my demon shirt sent the message that I wasn’t going along with the game anymore. I was my own man. And I liked to rock.

Looking back, I am quite certain that no one really cared what I was wearing. Mr. Crisler’s look might easily have been directed toward Ernie behind me. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I was expressing myself.

The real test came that night at church school. This night we were meeting in the church as the priest had a special message for the youth. At the time, this man had a hard-on for lecturing us about how popular culture was delivering us to the gates of hell.

Like something out of Footloose, he came up with a list of “bad music” that we were not to listen to. Not if we wanted to be good. Not if we wanted to be saved. I never felt comfortable around the man. He (and the church in general) intimidated me. I made sure my jean jacket covered up my shirt as he began his rant. I did not wanted to be pointed out, made to feel bad, or be embarrassed.

The priest began by condemning the usual suspects from the world of rock music. But as he continued, he threw The Beatles and Billy Joel (“you Catholic girls start much too late”) into the mix. I felt my blood begin to boil. This guy did not know what he was talking about! Why wasn’t anyone calling him a liar? A hypocrite? Why wasn’t anyone pointing out to him that “LET IT BE” WAS IN THE DAMN HYMN BOOK?

No, I didn’t have the courage to open my mouth. I didn’t say a word. But I made a show of taking off my jacket and letting my demon fly. My hands were shaking during my act of defiance.

Looking back, I doubt that Father could have seen far enough to make out anything on my shirt. But then again, this really wasn’t about him anyway.

This was about what I liked. And I liked this music. No one was going to tell me what I could like anymore. That was for me to decide. Not my parents. Not my school. Not the church.

Me.

I know it does not sound like much. A silly T-shirt, marketed perfectly with dark imagery to an angry, disillusioned teenage boy. Big whoop.

But for me it was more than that. For me it was art. And the job of art is to evoke a feeling from us – whatever that feeling might be.

Mr. Dio’s art put me on a path where I could begin making choices based on my preferences, not just the expectations of others.

So, thank you, Ronnie James. Your art touched my life in a positive way.

And I think that is the sign of a life well lived.

 

 

STAND UP AND SHOUT

You are the strongest chain

And not just some reflection

So never hide again

You are the driver

You own the road

You are the fire

Go on explode

You’ve got desire

So let it out

You’ve got the power

Stand up and shout

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Overheard in the Waiting Room

March 4, 2010 drewrozell 4 Comments

Sitting in a waiting room today.

People had to take numbers and were called in order.

I did not have a number, I was just waiting. And observing.

Two women were waiting for their mother. They spoke in whispers as they did not want me to be privy to their gossip.

An older man walked in and took his number.

His number was the next called, and before going into the office, he checked with the two women to make sure he was not jumping them in line.

“Now there’s a real gentleman,” the first woman said. “Not too many of them left.”

“You can say that again,” agreed the second woman. “Few and far between.”

And in a sentence, I had a clear picture of their relationships.

(When you really listen to someone, all it ever takes is one sentence to know their story.)

The point is this: The stories we tell have power.

Choose yours with awareness.

If you do not like the way it is, your job is to tell it like you want it to be.

Or you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.

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The Courage of Optimism

November 2, 2009 drewrozell 1 Comment

One of the books I’m reading is called The Endurance by Caroline Alexander. The book recounts the 1914 adventure of Ernest Shackelton and his twenty-seven man crew in their attempt to be the first people to cross Antarctica on foot.

Their ship — The Endurance — becomes trapped in the ice pack, crushing the boat and leaving the men stranded on the ice for twenty months.

Though I’ve not finished the book, I know the ending. The ordeal ends with no men perishing and this is largely attributed to Shackelton’s leadership.

I’ve come across a quote from Shackleton that I believe explains the mindset necessary to inspire and lead people in such a harsh, bleak situation.

Shackleton is quoted as saying, “Optimism is true moral courage.”

Think about that one for a minute or two…

And choose to be courageous in this way today…

shipturned_largeThe end of the line for The Endurance.

P.S. Kodak has created a cool website chronciling this story of The Endurance here.

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