Tuesday, July 28, 2020

All My Life I Wanted To Be Somebody and Here I Am!

Grill pan Chicken Bruschetta and Watermelon Feta Salad
Suzi Quatro!
We watched the Suzi Quatro documentary last night.  I've always been incredibly curious to know her story but later became too fixated on Joan Jett that I never took the time.  I knew of her through magazines but unfortunately Midwest radio did not see fit to include her songs in rotation back when it possibly could have made a strong impression on my drive.  Only able to read about her so called, Glam Rock gave me the wrong perception of her music.  But her images alone were enough to captivate me beyond belief.  I may have caught a live performance on a midnight 70's television hour because I was very aware of her moves. She was the perfect amount of androgyny and charisma.  I wanted to be that!  Whatever that was that instilled deep ache inside my fellow youth, similar to the way musicians would continue to make me feel well into my 20's.  They had it, this mix of confidence, joy in what they did, talent. and an incredible, unique vessel to showcase it all.  It wasn't the obvious boring traits like sexiness coming from a perfect body but was instead born from somewhere else, somewhere much cooler and authentic.    


Suzi was ultra talented and had incredible rhythm and great musical genes.  That always helped, musical parents that possibly didn't realize their full potential.  My theory is that drive stays in the blood and makes it's purpose stronger to come to fruition for future generations.  Or simpler, talent just runs in the family.

Music documentaries can be so rewarding however, there is a risk in learning too much about your idols or seeing them in current full light.  In her still image youth, she was untouchable.  When she became a little older and had children, got into Broadway plays and now an aging 'rocker' I'm not so enamored.  I'm sure she's a good, fun person but often you're left to judge their current mental states, and they're often stuck in blame or immature needs that no longer make sense.  We shouldn't see this much of the musicians we love, because it's usually disappointing to see this flawed, human side.  But I always want more, or think I do.
I wanted more of this grill-pan chicken with an invented tomato, red chile pepper, strawberry salad on top, drizzled with a nice fruity balsamic vinegar.  I served it over sliced polenta and paired it with a watermelon, feta, arugula salad.  In the end, although both were delicious, I think they competed with each other for flavors and the watermelon got drowned out a bit when it should have popped because it was nice and sweet.  Suzi too suffered, in the states at least, from bad timing, having the wrong sound at the wrong time but she knew what she had.  Good thing other countries were able to recognize her amazing gifts, savvy and skills as well. 

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