I know this makes me sound like a vapid teenager. I do. Time to fess up to one of my most huge-est most gigantic crushes: Henry Rollins. Oh damn. I’ve seen him before- both in concert and at his spoken-word engagements. He combines a few things I find irresistible: Artistic? Check. Writer? Check. Human rights activist? Check. Incredibly smart and well-read? Check. Tours with the USO? Check. Clean living? Check. Sense of humor en-force? Check. And as a bonus- Neck wider than head? Check. Chin dimple? Oh. yes.
And he’s coming to my neck of the woods in June for a spoken-word engagement. Smelling salts!
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”
“I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.”
“Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn’t worth the time and effort.”
The thing is, all that aside, the man is committed to his art, his work, and his integrity. That’s what makes the hotness of Henry. The chin dimple is nice, but it wouldn’t make a bit of difference without the mind behind it. And thus my heart does somersaults. It’s the words! Words!