This was the song I had on repeat when I was in high school.
It was the song I had in mind when I wrote my first original short story. Yes, it was suitably gothic, with a matching vampire hero, baby steps into world building and was derivative of all my fave vampire fandoms. I was 12 years old. I didn’t care. I was so proud. And I had Bat Out of Hell II as my soundtrack.
I saved my allowance money to buy that cassette tape and wore it out.
Even now, I have his songs on repeat. I can still chant the lyrics to Wasted Youth and the blood of that guitar was chuck. berry. red.
I remember everything. I will remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
