Hello Everyone on Steemit
My name is Chip Van Halen... yes, that is correct, you heard it right, Van Halen...
This is me and my Siberian Husky named "Bondi" I share with an ex flame...he is named after Bondi beach in Sydney where I spent many a time...
This song below defined my life and my name, yes, I changed it, because #1 I could #2 I love the name and the band #3 This song was a huge motivator for me to escape my bullshit family life or shall I say, my non-existent family (I am not the only one, I know, but, this is my story )
If you said to me 20 years ago I would be living in France, or, even further in fact during my early high school years when I had a chance to study the french language as an elective, just as I even thought then, I would have said "Not a chance"
But, here I am living in the Alps in France, here is a short time lapse of my view from my window
So, maybe find a nice comfy chair, sit right down and maybe get bored..lol...or maybe be inspired, who knows? Its just my some of my life story and my challenges that brought me here today...
Sammy Hagar, lead singer of Van Halen in 1986 wrote a song "Get Up" about getting up off the Canvas in his boxing days and morphs into basically not giving up and not staying down and defeating the controlling powers that be.
here are the lyrics anyway...
Feel like throwing in the towel don't be a fool
They're out to knock you out, put you down
For the count
Watch the left, watch the right, below
The belt
They'll run you round and round it's plain to see
It's never gonna stop they'll run ya till you drop
There ain't no power around can keep a good man down
[Chorus 2:]
There's still some fight in me
That's how it'll always be
Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye, never say die
Get up and make it work
You say that love has got you down well that's bullshit
If love has got you down then love can pick you right back up
There ain't no power around can keep a good man down
Walking down a dead end street
No mercy at your feet
They're holding all the cards, making things so hard, before it goes too far
Get up and make it work
Get up and make it work
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Get up and make it work
Get up and make it work
Get up and make it work
Get up and make it work
I never had a parent as a role model, this is why I used other outside sources that motivated me and at 16 this song and my "I have had enough attitude" of how I am treated by my father came together to change elements of my life...
To the beginning...
Born June 10th 1969 Wayne Graham Frazer, I was born in a thunder storm...in Sydney ( Hornsby )Australia , apparently my Mum was going to call me Thor. I was a preme baby and I had antibodies to my Mums blood ( I believe back then they called it Rn H - Now they have shots against this ) so I was sick and jaundice and barely survived, when I was born I was only about 3 pound 8 and could easily fit in the palm of my Mums hand... So I had numerous blood transfusions and survived the first year of my life
At 16 months old I could not walk at all..my Mum took me to the doctor and the doctor said "If you were that fat, would you walk?" I am not offended, because that fat...saved my life! for what happened next
This photo below is the earliest photo I have of myself...I dont have any as a baby as I have not spoken to my Mum or she to me for 16 years, thats cool though, I buried the hatchet on that years back...it is what it is..this photo shows a scar on my left cheek. I went with my parents to a barbecue to my Mums relatives when I was 18 months old and there my Uncle had a guard dog...this dog ended up mauling me, I had just started walking and of course I was not supervised and I walked past the dog kennel and the dog grab and shook me and mauled me...my Dad who was at the barbecue cooking heard the comotion and he scooped me from the dog and then wrapped me in a towel...my ear had been torn off too and they had to go find it...I was rushed to hospital by the old Valient automobile and was pulled over by a policeman on a motorbike....he took one look at my in my Mums arms and he immediently started a police escort to the hospital where I was airlifted to have an operation done from one of the best surgeons in the country at the time... I received 380 stitches micro surgery and thankfully survived to live my life....
I am not scared of dogs by the way as I do not remember the indecent..I have a Siberian Husky as you know named "Bondi"
Ok thats Part one out of the way...thanks for listening
Till next time..stay safe :-)