Friday Fives

1. What is your earliest memory?

Kindergarten in Phx, AZ.  Five years old (approximately).  We were doing a rodeo and I really wanted to wear cowboy boots.  However, I didn’t have any boots and my folks (quite wisely) didn’t want to buy me a pair for a 30 minute event.  So, I bothered my brother’s, which were WAY too big.  However, I was so hell bent that I wore them and suffered through the madness.  I had packed them with newspaper to make them fit better.

2. What is your most vivid memory?

my most vivid memories are bad ones.  Not that I have not had a wonderful and charmed life.  I am not scarred by any logical means.  But… the memories that stick are sad ones.  Thanks for bringing that up, now I am crying.  Dick move, if you ask me.

3. What do you remember best about the year you turned 10?

ten?  Well, that would be 1982.  Can’t think of anything memorable using that.  So, let’s go to grade.  In 1982 I would have been in about third grade.  What did I do in third grade?  I remember second grade I learned cursive (pointless!).  I have know interesting memory of me at ten years old.  I was passionate about soccer, and that is all that I can remember.

* hold on.  Extreme add on remembered about an hour later.  The year I turned ten also totally changed my life.  I went to my first rock concert.  It was the Police on the Synchronicity tour.  I had been listening to the cassette incessantly, and loved it.  My big brother took me, and it changed my life.  I knew instantly that rock and live music was the greatest thing ever.  I spent the rest of my life chasing and learning and enjoying the art of live music… and becoming an expert of sorts.

Go ahead and look at the track listing on that album.  It might as well be retitled ‘Greatest Hits’.  I remember during ‘Every Breath you Take’ everyone did their lighters in the air.  I had never seen that, and it blew my mind.  Speaking of that song, I remember sitting in the attic with my cousin Trey and trying to figure out the lyrics.  I was quite convinced the lyric was ‘every pool hall aches’.  I am serious, we listened to it a hundred times, and that is what we heard.  We assumed it was deep.  Then the video came out and it is framed around a POOL TABLE.  So, we are geniuses, right?

turns out the lyric was ‘How my poor heart aches’.  Yeah, I was way off.

4. What memory do you wish you could erase forever?

i have a few, but none I would share with you.  You aren’t the boss of me!  I already told you I am sensitive to painful memories and you just have to keep on digging.  I am a person, you know.

5. What do your parents(or other close relatives) remember about you that you have forgotten?

Now, wouldn’t that be a question for them?  likely, especially around Thanksgiving, they would say one of two things:  I was incredibly cute as a child.  Or, I threw epic monster parties at my parents house in high school every weekend they were gone.  These are both true.

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3 thoughts on “Friday Fives

  1. Synchronicity… Mother… worst song ever. BTW… we were in 6th grade when that tour happened… so we were 11. However… for what it’s worth… you did have some pretty cool parties in high school.

  2. James, all salient points. Let’s not forget ‘Ms Gradenko’. Those two songs are what happens when someone other than Sting writes songs. No wonder why he left those guys.

  3. 1. I had a cast on my leg so I had to be 3 or 4 at the most. I remember because I had a small cut on my big toe (that stuck out the end of the cast)and it was the first time I saw blood.

    2. My 30th birthday. It was a surprise party and I was very surprised. A good time was had by most.

    3. A lot actually. It was a big adjustment because it was that year that we moved from Ohio to Colorado. Big changes. New school, new friends, new environment.

    4. Getting “pantsed” in middle school. Multiple times. I finally learned to wear a belt and make sure it was really tight. 13 to 14 year old boys are fucking savages.

    5. My foot was jacked up when I was born. So I would hear about what my foot looked like when I was born. I’ve never seen it because my father would not allow pictures of it. And learning to walk with braces and casts and then finally without them. My magic legs.

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