(Don’t You) Forget About You with Lenny Kravitz in Conversation with Jimmy Fallon
We all have to face the consequences of our actions.
There are some consequences which make themselves readily apparent, for example, that of eating a week-old midnight burrito, or telling a loved one that they’re too young for their bigotry to be somewhat tolerable. But there are consequences that only make themselves apparent for a time after the action. And we’re not just referring to when your blood alcohol level drops below a certain amount and you suddenly become aware that you’re arm is at an unnatural angle. We’re more referring to that of the notion of a legacy.
There are so many things that are done without thinking in youth that, by virtue of chance or the noteworthiness of the people affected, will come to be part of the post-death legend. It’s a lot of pressure. Thankfully, the majority of us are nobodies and no one relevant will remember we ever existed after we die, probably in the most mundane and slightly embarrassing manner whilst definitely violently soiling ourselves.
For the minority whose legacy apparently matters, there are a few publishing houses still left willing to churn out another memoir of another pop tart facing their own mortality. Memoirs such as Lenny Kravitz’s ‘Let Love Rule’.
Yes, experience Lenny Kravitz in conversation with Jimmy Fallon discussing his memoir, “Let Love Rule”. Let Love Rule covers a vast canvas stretching from Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant, Los Angeles’s Baldwin Hills, Beverly Hills, and finally to France, England and Germany. It’s the story of a wildly creative kid who, despite tough struggles at school and extreme tension at home, finds salvation in music.
You might be a moron unwilling to learn from the mistakes you’ve made, doomed to spend at least two days a week on the toilet, reneging on your atheism and shooting out Frank’s Red Hot from your anus, but at least you’ll never be a part of that small section of society who is so wildly naive that at the age of 56, they’re only just starting to realise that they’re not immortal and are clamouring for any last skerrick of attention they can get to confirm the fact that they still exist.