The Rock Shirt.
The day was hot, sweaty. I was daydreaming, walking down a dusty aisle at an outdoor flea market. I've been alone before. People always have their own agenda, but what's mine. Ive got time on my hands. Bored. Lonely. What do I believe in anyway? Why are we at this place? Crappy, dusty day. You better reveal something worthwhile. I shuffle through old LPs. How many times have we done this? There's nothing but junk here. Well at least they have albums to look at. I do love music. Beatles, B for Beatles. 331/3. George Harrison? Did he really notice the difference? Today I'm 33.3 years old and i need to create something to commemorate it? Hmm, another... Magical Mystery album. David Bowie Live at the Tower Theatre? All ready got it... love on ya! A glance off to my side reveals scattered toys. A Yellow Submarine. Anything miniature catches my attention. Blue Meanies float above me. Shooting at my daydream cloud, bursting my gigantic thought bubble. And then a giant glove, take away the "g" and you're left with L-O-V-E. it smashes the meanies away. I remember the movie. I imagine the final scenes. You know, the real Beatles show up to finish the movie as if to say the dream is over, now wake up. I've got a hole in me pocket. Hmm, my pocket. Nine bucks and lint, not really worth having. What can I buy with this.
You never know when your future will change and one thing that Ive learned is that you should be open to it. Could anyone know when a cataclysmic event in their life is about to occur? Can anyone guess when a life philosophy will be born. Can any estimate the power of rock on a young boy?
After shuffling through the dead zone of burned out antiques and one person's trash which is, apparently, another person's treasure, I stumbled to a concession stand to buy a soda. With a cheap, paper cup, that instantly disintegrates the moment the so-called flat, uncarbonated goo they call Coke hits hot air, I tried to slurp up what I could. I asked myself, "How can I continue to browse with this sloppy soda and ill-fitting lid"? The decision to jettison the mess in a cup wasn't a hard one. Must throw it away, I thought to myself. And in the near distance a receptacle presented itself. Okay, I know your waiting to hear the end of this woeful tale, but I must take a moment to tell you about myself. Music, and an interest in music came easy to me. I was never adventurous, but I do have my ways of uncovering what I believed to be good music. And on that fateful day in the lines of "crap" that people wanted to unload, I found a meager, yet substantial link to my future.
As I moved toward the barrel that would lead me to another place in my life, I had an overwhelming sense that something was about to change. For the better I assumed, and only now can I say that I was correct in my assumption. Of course, as has been my life's path, as I moved to pitch my soda to the can; I stumbled and spilled my beverage on my shoe. But, in the process of making a spectacle of myself, i somehow manage to extricate from this situation, with a half-throw flailing of the arm. Damn, I missed. As i bent down to pick up what was left of my soda and felt that all eyes were watching me. A young boy's self-consciousness working full-tilt, I glimpsed what would be the opening to a new world. A new world of music and life. I was fascinated by what can only be described as an orgy of black concert t-shirts that I could not recognize. I read the words slowly, The Clash, The Ramones, and Van Halen? What were these mystical bands? What did they sound like. Not being a very shrewd bargain-shopper, I asked a simple question, how much? "For all three?" the man replied. Uh, I've got eight bucks I whispered softly. I was and am a pretty shy guy. "I'll sell you two for eight." Hmm, okay. I'll take The Clash and Van Halen?
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The day was hot, sweaty. I was daydreaming, walking down a dusty aisle at an outdoor flea market. I've been alone before. People always have their own agenda, but what's mine. Ive got time on my hands. Bored. Lonely. What do I believe in anyway? Why are we at this place? Crappy, dusty day. You better reveal something worthwhile. I shuffle through old LPs. How many times have we done this? There's nothing but junk here. Well at least they have albums to look at. I do love music. Beatles, B for Beatles. 331/3. George Harrison? Did he really notice the difference? Today I'm 33.3 years old and i need to create something to commemorate it? Hmm, another... Magical Mystery album. David Bowie Live at the Tower Theatre? All ready got it... love on ya! A glance off to my side reveals scattered toys. A Yellow Submarine. Anything miniature catches my attention. Blue Meanies float above me. Shooting at my daydream cloud, bursting my gigantic thought bubble. And then a giant glove, take away the "g" and you're left with L-O-V-E. it smashes the meanies away. I remember the movie. I imagine the final scenes. You know, the real Beatles show up to finish the movie as if to say the dream is over, now wake up. I've got a hole in me pocket. Hmm, my pocket. Nine bucks and lint, not really worth having. What can I buy with this.
You never know when your future will change and one thing that Ive learned is that you should be open to it. Could anyone know when a cataclysmic event in their life is about to occur? Can anyone guess when a life philosophy will be born. Can any estimate the power of rock on a young boy?
After shuffling through the dead zone of burned out antiques and one person's trash which is, apparently, another person's treasure, I stumbled to a concession stand to buy a soda. With a cheap, paper cup, that instantly disintegrates the moment the so-called flat, uncarbonated goo they call Coke hits hot air, I tried to slurp up what I could. I asked myself, "How can I continue to browse with this sloppy soda and ill-fitting lid"? The decision to jettison the mess in a cup wasn't a hard one. Must throw it away, I thought to myself. And in the near distance a receptacle presented itself. Okay, I know your waiting to hear the end of this woeful tale, but I must take a moment to tell you about myself. Music, and an interest in music came easy to me. I was never adventurous, but I do have my ways of uncovering what I believed to be good music. And on that fateful day in the lines of "crap" that people wanted to unload, I found a meager, yet substantial link to my future.
As I moved toward the barrel that would lead me to another place in my life, I had an overwhelming sense that something was about to change. For the better I assumed, and only now can I say that I was correct in my assumption. Of course, as has been my life's path, as I moved to pitch my soda to the can; I stumbled and spilled my beverage on my shoe. But, in the process of making a spectacle of myself, i somehow manage to extricate from this situation, with a half-throw flailing of the arm. Damn, I missed. As i bent down to pick up what was left of my soda and felt that all eyes were watching me. A young boy's self-consciousness working full-tilt, I glimpsed what would be the opening to a new world. A new world of music and life. I was fascinated by what can only be described as an orgy of black concert t-shirts that I could not recognize. I read the words slowly, The Clash, The Ramones, and Van Halen? What were these mystical bands? What did they sound like. Not being a very shrewd bargain-shopper, I asked a simple question, how much? "For all three?" the man replied. Uh, I've got eight bucks I whispered softly. I was and am a pretty shy guy. "I'll sell you two for eight." Hmm, okay. I'll take The Clash and Van Halen?
(more soon!)
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