"The Boat That Rocked" trades spirit and rock for freedom

In the glorious 1960s of R'N'R, not only music was popular, but the spirit of freedom also became a banner of the era that emerged from the cocoon, guiding people who pursued spiritual liberation. During the two world wars, more than half of the people on the earth were imprisoned by the war, and rock music released their spiritual and physical bondage. Like a gas station detonated by a cigarette butt, sparks are flying, but there is music, whatever, what we need is the spark of hard work. Sex, love, hope and disappointment, destruction and rebirth are lumped together in rock and roll, no one misses what they didn't have, happiness and sadness are all in front of them, if you can't find a reason to live for him, just die for him.

Everyone in the world is lonely, some people enjoy it, some people struggle all their lives. Music is the only place where lonely people belong, and people who are lonely in music combine their spirits with others on a wonderful level that we call madness. If every lonely person in the world could go crazy, then there would be no further barriers of race, geography, language, gender, age and color. Music is the devil, he can give more than good or ugly hallucinations, he makes us bow down and give up everything, let us break through the dogma and rebel against imprisonment, let us kick over the constraints and regain our freedom. How sad if you feel that music is just entertainment, as dispensable as a novel to relax you. Whether a person's life has meaning or not, in the field of rock, lies in his definition of excitement and madness. What do you think is crazy enough? You smash a guitar, smash a wine bottle, punch your rival on the nose, it's all just venting, it's a coward's way of living. A true warrior interprets madness with his life and knocks on the door of freedom with his own head. War makes us bleed too much, music is a sexy nurse with a blood bag, does your heart skip a beat from the music's bare chest as you struggle to reach out to the last breath? Because she is the devil, and we are willing to die for her and be drowned by the tide of freedom.

For more than half a century, rock and roll has been collaborating with addicts and saboteurs, seemingly in a complicity. Spiritual liberation has long been a connivance of crime. But the people who really love rock are kind, and even if the music makes them fall, it is another kind of freedom. Everyone has their own different definitions of freedom, some are extreme, some are conservative, maybe a miser can throw away a ripped sock, for him it is a kind of transcendental freedom; or an official in the woods Running naked can also be said to be a kind of freedom for him to let go. The world is full of confinement, life is full of shackles, and we feel lonely when there is nothing we can do. However, the devil of music has become the match for our hope. He continues to spread in the wilderness and ignite the whole world. From the moment man strikes the first note, he expresses longing, longing for beauty, longing for freedom, and even longing for pain and depravity. Since that time, God has given everyone a mask. When we can't fulfill our wishes, we put on the mask of music and enjoy it. Maybe it's escape, maybe this is freedom. Because true freedom is not to do what you want, but to think what you want, because in the presence of the devil only the spirit is the bargaining chip with which to exchange freedom.

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