Another okay day that ended with rain. Made driving the 30+ miles home interesting.
In lieu anything interesting happening personally or professionally, let’s talk about music.
My history with music is not very extensive. Here’s a rundown of my greatest hits:
First radio I ever had was an old AM/FM receiver my parents got me around first grade. I remember liking it and wearing it out, but wishing it had a cassette player on it. All the switches on it were sliders that fell off after a year.
Had a cassette player by the following year, probably for Christmas. Had a collection of movie soundtracks including Footloose and Back to the Future and several New Kids on the Block cassettes.
Singing in choir, something I hated. Many reasons for that too numerous to mention now. Around Christmas, maybe.
Finding an unmarked tape that an unknown friend left at my house. Found out later it was The Ramones Loco Live. It was the best thing I ever heard and I wore it out.
First concert was Green Day on the Insomniac tour in New Orleans. Courtney Love was beaten by security and sat behind us in the sound booth bleeding the entire time without us knowing.
Lollapalooza ‘96 with Rancid, The Ramones, Waylon Jennings, Metallica, Soundgarden, Rage Against the Machine, Screaming Trees, Ben Folds Five, Girls Against Boys, The Melvins, Sponge, and the Shaolin Monks. The Ramones did the same set they did on that cassette tape I had worn out years earlier, with a few exceptions, and I sang along to every song and yelled every “one two three four.” The Shaolin Monks were amazing, performing martial arts like I have never seen before or since. Soundgarden was too loud and I fell asleep during Metallica. There’s more stories during that day, including Zach De La Rocha almost running us over with a golf cart.
1998, fainted just as Faith No More came on stage because I decided that day that cigarettes and coca-cola were the same as water and shade.
Rancid and a double dozen other punk New Orleans and local shows, starting in 1996 to around 2003 when I got tired of my ears hurting and the kids spitting. I miss those shows.
Running lights at a friend’s show in Austin, TX in 1999. I had no idea what I was doing, but was trying to impress a girl.
A house party in 2000 where I made out with a cute punk chick on the steps and we slow danced to The Ramones.
Taking care of a friend who collapsed from heat exhaustion on the blacktop parking lot in Kenner, LA during Warped Tour 2001. I poured water on him, standing up to yell at a bunch of dudes in Hawaiian shirts on stage, “Is that f%^king Rocket Man?” I have been a devout Me First and the Gimme Gimmes’s fan ever since.
Making breakfast on a quiet morning and playing Billie Holiday, hoping the rest of the house did not wake up, 2001-2007ish.
Watching a grown man teach a bunch of foreign nationals the “Chicken Dance” during karaoke night on a trip to Key West in 2004.
2005, Listening to a mother softly sing her baby to sleep in the middle of the night while camping alone in Tennessee.
June 2010, Nerdist Podcast #22 on a cross country trip and Sara Watkins plays several songs. Fan ever since.
And that’s about it for what I can recall about music in my life at this exact moment. There’s more. So much more because my life has had a soundtrack of sorts. And that’s how it should be. Everyone should have a bunch of music moments, records they can queue up and be transplanted somewhere else, to share with someone. I believe in concepts like “our song” or anthems. Sounds, music, it is important not only to memory but to a sense of being. When something makes noise, make noise with purpose and beauty and emotion, it becomes more permanent in the world, gains gravity.
What’s your favorite song and why? Where do you go when you hear it?