By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)
For decades, music has been a big part of my life.
I’ve played guitar and sung (arguably with relative competence) for some 50 years, at home, with the band Love House and during music classes.
For more than a dozen years, I contributed articles and reviews to music-based publications, most notably the Illinois Entertainer.
Starting in the 1980s, I’ve written lots of rock, pop and blues songs, some 70 that I still have lyrics to and can remember the melody line.
The lyrics to the song within this post is especially poignant today.
Yes, I still love rock and roll and all that goes with it — the freedom, the expression, the emotions. But over the years, my personal musical pallet has embraced bluegrass, Western swing, jazz and even classical. (Still can’t grasp opera, but can appreciate the work and talent involved.)
“Will I Still Be Rockin’ at 63” was written in 1985 or thereabouts. I probably recorded this composition with my now-gone but well-used Tascam Portastudio, a marvel in audio engineering at the time, as it allowed unschooled enthusiasts like me a platform to record voice, guitar, drums and keyboards on a multiple track cassette tape machine, then mix the sounds to two-track.
In those days, arranging and recording songs in my apartment on Chicago’s northwest side, I felt akin to Todd Rundgren. It was just me, my instruments and gear, and my music.
Back in day, I first scribbled the lyrics to a song on a yellow legal pad or sheet of paper, then typed out the final version on my then trusty Smith Corona manual. These days, I still initially scribble lyrics to songs on paper. For some reason, I kept both the original handwritten and printed versions of this song.
As for the melody to this composition, perhaps I’ll record it the modern way — digitally of course — and post on my YouTube channel.
As for the question posed in the song, I guess I have 364 more days to determine the answer.