“The Young Rascals”

“Lying on my bed in the dark, listening to The Young Rascals, I would weave glorious fantasies that allowed me to fulfill in imagination what remained beyond my reach in reality. Visions of a demure maiden, whose blonde hair fell, in undulant waves, down to her waist, rose before my eyes. I would see her discovering in me all the virtues, depth, and power that I believed myself to possess. I would hear her speaking the soft words to me that I longed to hear a young girl say. But most of my reveries had nothing to do with a specific girl, place, or activity; rather, they consisted of delightful states of mind inspired by the music. The love buried in my soul underneath a practical persona would well up, shooting me high into an empyrean where harsh words, troubles, and worries ceased to exist. The Rascals’ music allowed me to forget the intensively competitive life I led every day at school, and discover an oasis where peace and tranquility reigned. The music, in its magic, spun up a new world for me, one in which all my most cherished dreams could come true.”