30-day music meme day 20: a song you listen to when you’re angry

Another difficult one for me. Anger and I do not get along. When people are angry at me, I feel depressed and tearful and withdraw. When I get angry, I feel the same, plus the added fun of feeling ready to throw up. The main difference is when I was a child, I denied feeling angry because “it was a sin.” Now, I go ahead and feel it, but wish I didn’t.

I don’t have a particular song I listen to when I’m angry. I just take whatever comes up on shuffle, only a lot louder. If I set out to have songs for anger, they’d probably include drum solos. So here’s 4 and a half minutes of drums and anger management with the late Buddy Rich (who supposedly had some anger management problems himself).


30-day music meme day 7: a song that reminds you of a certain event

This was played at a friend’s memorial service almost 23 years ago. Wow–it doesn’t seem like it should be that long ago. I still remember Mike. The second he opened his mouth you knew he was a radio announcer. He sounded like he should have been tall, dark and handsome. Actually, he was short, graying, and… well, he may have been handsome in his youth, but somehow that wasn’t important.

We met at the bookstore–Mike played chess, and there were tables in the back of the store that were almost always occupied. Once in a while, he ventured up front to sit and talk, or wandered toward the record shop to hang out with Dave, and we became friends. I started learning chess. Sometimes he drove me home.

To make a potentially long story short, Mike died of a heart attack. He was 57. As this song played, slides of old pictures from various parts of his life flashed on the screen.

A postscript: a couple of years after Mike died, I was at work, watching one of those corporate training films–Dealing With Difficult People or something like that. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw a younger Mike in the film. For a moment, he was never gone.

30-day music meme day 6–a song that reminds you of somewhere

Lay Lady Lay–Bob Dylan

Another song without a decent video. I could have had all the covers I wanted of this–even one by Duran Duran (huh?). I could have even had a live Dylan version taken with someone’s cell phone camera, but Dylan sounded much too pissed off. A more authentic Dylan experience, I’m sure, but then it wouldn’t have reminded me of summers in front of the Antiquarium in the Old Market during the 1980s.

I was in my 20s, in college, and my hangout off-campus was the Antiquarium, a used bookstore in the Old Market. Blame Dave Sink for hooking me on the place, not that I would have needed much help. Dave was an editor at the late Sun papers, and he was teaching a reporting class. He talked about the bookstore quite a bit. I eventually checked the place out and immediately knew I found a second home. Used books, used records, a place to sit and talk, and some interesting (sometimes odd would have been a better word) people to talk to–what’s not to love?

The entire place deserves a few posts of its own, but right now, I’m thinking of summer nights in the Old Market. Back then, the bookstore had official hours, but especially on Fridays and Saturdays, the store would be open way into the early hours. Often, the talk and the Scrabble games would move outside. There was a wide sidewalk, large cement stoops for sitting, and later a wooden bench.

Dave played guitar and sang. He loved Bob Dylan, loved imitating Dylan, and no summer night set was complete without a couple of Dylan songs. This was my favorite one, I think. This might have also been the song that earned Dave his first (and last!) money as a musician when he left his hat on the sidewalk and a passer-by dropped in a buck.

The bookstore is gone, the 80s are long gone, and summers are lost to work and responsibility, but I miss those days.

30-day music meme day 5–a song that reminds you of someone

My dad used to try to sing this. And by *try* I mean he would sing the words “O sole mio” over and over again. Those were the only words he knew, I’m sure. And by *sing*, I mean he would shout them in something almost like the tune.

When my dad was in the nursing home, my mother would ask the nurses if his constant attempts to sing drove them crazy. “Oh, no,” one nurse said. “When he’s singing, we know he’s feeling good and is happy.”

Can’t argue with that.

the last post of 2010…

2010 was the year of love. Seems like a lot of online friends and local friends alike got engaged, found love, started living together.

2010 was a year of pain. Some breakups, misunderstandings, and a few divorces. Not an inconsiderable amount of physical pain, either–gout seems to be the disease all the cool kids are getting, starting with my mother and spreading through my friends. Mom, knowing gout’s reputation as a rich old man’s disease, felt a bit deprived because she was neither rich nor male.

2010  was a year of reunion. I got to see, at two different times, people I hadn’t seen for years (as well as met someone I knew online, but never met in person). Mom got reunited with friends she hadn’t seen in decades.

And 2010 was the year I decided I was crazy enough to do 31 posts in 31 days. This is the last post of 31 days of blogging my way through December.

And next year? What does 2011 bring?

Well, I hope to continue to get in better shape, physically, emotionally and maybe financially, though that last one will be hard. I don’t do resolutions, but 2011 had a lot of lessons for me, some pleasant, some not, and I hope what I learned will stick.

And I’m going to post once a week through 2011. I went nuts trying to think of new things to do every day through NaBloPoMo–might do it again in November, when the big official one with prizes takes place. But once a week, I think I can do. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I rest.

See ya next year! :p

the night owl…

Ever since I was young, I preferred night to day, dark to dawn, sunset to sunrise. My mother has stories of me refusing to go to bed because I wanted to watch the late movie or the Tonight Show. No doubt the refrain of many a kid was also said by me: “When I grow up, I’ll stay up as late as I want!”

Of course, what they don’t tell you, because you wouldn’t have believed it anyway, is that once you’re grown up and start working, you want to be in bed early. Worse, it even interferes with the weekend. I remember in my college years being up at weird hours, playing Scrabble or talking, and not feeling a bit tired until it was nearly light. I remember seeing stars, and eating diner food at 3 a.m. and being none the worse for it.

I still see stars, but that’s because I leave before dawn to get to work by 7 a.m. And there aren’t that many diners these days, only chains. The Tonight Show and those like it haven’t been worth staying up to watch for years. I can catch the important parts on YouTube, if I want.

And here it’s 9:40 p.m.–past my bedtime. Good night.