Parenting & Family Quote by Marc Bolan

Marc Bolan speaks as an artist who refuses to grow numb. Calling himself a child is not a confession of immaturity but a claim to a stance of openness. A child is astonished before the world; nothing is stale, nothing taken for granted. For a songwriter who turned simple riffs into mythic grooves, that stance is creative oxygen. Everything blows my mind signals a refusal to become jaded, a readiness to be shocked by beauty, noise, and possibility.

The phrase belongs to the late 60s and early 70s, the era of psychedelia and glam, when mind-blowing was a goal and a promise. Yet Bolan channels the spirit with a gentler charge. Rather than the transgression of excess, there is an almost elfin innocence, the glittering delight that powered T. Rex. Songs like Cosmic Dancer and Metal Guru cradle cosmic language in nursery-rhyme simplicity. The tension is the point: big archetypes delivered with childlike wonder, a boogie that feels like a fairy tale you can dance to.

That sensibility also deflates the armor of celebrity. Admitting to being blown away keeps the star from hardening into irony. Glam prized artifice and spectacle, but Bolan’s sparkle hid something tender: a vulnerability to impressions, a willingness to be moved. It is a kind of beginner’s mind before the roar of the crowd, the studio, the sudden fame that crowned him and swallowed him in the same decade.

There is also a hint of overwhelm. Everything can blow your mind in delight and in anxiety. To remain childlike is to be porous, exposed. Bolan lived on that edge, translating sensation into ecstatic hooks. He turned the ordinary into the enchanted not by piling complexity onto it, but by looking at it as if for the first time. The statement reads like a creative ethic: stay amazed, let astonishment be the engine, and the songs will keep arriving with their glitter intact.