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Yes, those are my feet you see under the little metal door. What am I doing? Well, the first thing should be pretty obvious. The second, though, may suprise you. I am sitting there with my notebook and a pen, writing down the crazy random thoughts that are floating around in my head. Then, at a later point, I type them up and these posts appear. Be warned, the subject matter and language may be a bit raw, but as long as you are not too sensitive, I am sure you will enjoy them. If you have a Facebook Account you can go my page https://www.facebook.com/NonWisdomFromTheFirstStall, Like it and get some extra content.

Monday, April 15, 2013

On the Album That Changed My Life



I love music! There is no other way to say it. I love it so much that I really believe that I was a famous musician in a past life, but a truly despicable person. If you believe in reincarnation and the whole Karma thing, this statement makes perfect sense because the level at which I love music, is only surpassed by how badly I perform it. As the saying goes, I couldn't carry a tune in a basket.

I also lack the ability (or maybe it is just the energy) to learn an instrument. I may have mentioned this before, but after I left my first wife, and before I started really dating my current (and God willing, last) wife, I bought a guitar and decided I was going to learn how to play it. Heading over to my local library, I found a book entitled something like "Learn How to Play the Guitar in Three Easy Steps". What they neglected to say was that step two was learn and memorize hundreds of chords. It was like those activity books that we had as kids, when they showed you how to draw Barney Rubble in four steps. It started with a couple of circles, next a lot of lines and Shazam! Done! There needed to be at least 6 more boxes to actually do it.

I am not sure why, but I was thinking back on the music I liked as a kid, and what I listen to now. There is a significant difference and I have to say there was one album that jumps out at me as THE ALBUM that changed my musical preference. Before I tell you which one it was, let me tell you about my musical choices when I was younger.

In several blog posts I have mentioned my parents' large album collection. That is where I began listening to music. It was mostly 50's and 60's stuff with lots of Beach Boys, The Animals, The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and stuff like that. I remember having a music class in school and we were supposed to bring in an album that we liked and play a song. The other kids brought popular music of the times, but I remember bringing in the soundtrack to American Hotwax. I also remember being embarrassed because it was unlike anything any of the other kids were listening to.

I was also a product of the early 80's and remember listening to the radio a lot as well. Some of the top 40 music I listened to back then, I still enjoy today--some just makes me shake my head in disbelief. I can even remember hearing myself exclaim "I don't think there is a single Duran Duran song that I don't like." I'll let you judge whether that statement is groan-worthy or not. The Steve Miller Band's Abracadabra also was a song I loved and when it first came out and it takes me to a week spent at Black Lake, NY. I could run down a long list of bands that I enjoyed and share the memories associated with them but I will try and stick to important ones.

When I started junior high school, my musical taste did take a turn, to some degree. I think as soon as you got to 7th grade at Argyle Central School, they gave you your locker combination and a copy of Aerosmith's Greatest Hits. That was the album of choice, it seemed, for my class. That, and AC/DC, seemed to be regulars on field trips and such. I enjoyed them, but I also found I liked nontraditional music as well. I remember our class was going to Canada for a field trip and of course someone was playing the required listening in the back of the bus. My friend brought his boom box (I miss boom boxes, it was a much simpler time) and he had a tape that he had gotten recently by some guy named Falco. We listened to it in our seat, and to quote McDonald's, I was loving it! I talked him into slowly turning the volume up, little by little, because I wanted others to hear this awesome music. I think I got to about volume level 3 before the first "Turn that shit off" came from the "cool" kids in the back. It went off.

At this point, I was at a bit of a crossroads. What music was going to define me? Was I going to fit in and listen to what everyone else was listening to, whether it be the Top 40 stuff, or the prescribed classic rock of my peers? It was around this time that THE ALBUM appeared to me and redefined my musical taste for years to come. Sifting through my parents collection I found an album that caught my eye. On the cover was this guy swinging a sword or something. He had a shield and was glowing with motion blur all around him. I read the title: Black Sabbath Paranoid. I played the album and instantly fell in love.



I played that album countless times, over and over again, for months. I was a little partial to side one, but that may have been a bit of laziness on my part (you had to flip albums over when they were done, this being directed at anyone under a certain age) but all of the songs were awesome. (Well, Planet Caravan was my least favorite, and there was a skip on the beginning of Rat Salad that I always would forget about. To this day, when I hear that song, I am always surprised when there are only two little riffs before the song starts in earnest. I would hear at least 4 before I bumped the player.)

Heavy metal was to become my music of choice. Paranoid was my gateway drug to progressively harder music. Being geographically isolated, I didn't even know about Punk Rock music until I got to college, but for the later years of High School, it was Iron Maiden, Anthrax, Judas Priest, Pantera, Megadeath, etc. I never grew my hair long and you could not tell I was a heavy metal lover, but I was. I arrived at college with a collection of hair metal bands and a stereo/dual tape deck/record player combo, ready to rock out with my roommate. Unfortunately he was from India and played classical Indian music on his violin. This tale I will leave for another time.

College would be my next big musical shift as I discovered Punk rock. I didn't even realize this genre existed. The Ramones, the Dead Kennedys, The Descendents, Black Flag -- all of these bands I discovered when I became a DJ at the school radio station. For the sake of not making this a novella, I will tell you all about my radio show at KSLU, the only K in the east, another time. My big hair band collection started collecting dust as my new favorite genre took its rightful place.

I brought punk rock home with me, much to my parents' dismay. Not only because the singers tended to liberally use profanity in their songs, but also for my tendency to crank the radio up to the point of ear-splitting volume, but forget to turn it down when I got out of the car. Surprise! Punk both made me feel happy and sad when I bought an album: one album could have 20 something songs on it -- now that is getting your money's worth! Then I would realize the album was only 30 minutes long, and feel a little cheated. Punk rock and the emotion in the music was something that helped me through some rough times and helped punctuate the awesome times. I can remember sitting under the stars on a deserted bleacher, with the Descendents telling me that "my day will come, someday I'll be the only one" in reference to that girl I was pining for (it never did, by the way). When I got dumped by my very first girlfriend, it was Suicidal Tendencies telling me that "You can't bring me down!" 

As I have grown, I find myself realizing I never stopped liking the bands I listened to in the past. Today I love just about every kind of music. I still sing along when Hungry Like the Wolf  comes on, as well as The Trooper by Iron Maiden. My musical tastes have even broadened as I discovered Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Loius Prima and other musicians that I would never have given a second listen to in my youth. I just love music, in any form (except Justin Bieber -- I'm just saying).

Despite the broad range of music I like, I find I gravitate to 80's and 90's punk bands like NOFX, Pennywise, The Descendents, The Ramones, etc. Because I listen to these bands, I am actually passing the torch on to my kids. Nothing makes me happier than watching my kids sing along to the Blitzkrieg Bop on Rock Band or singing along with my CAKE albums in the car. Even my two year old surprised me with her own rendition of I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons. It's my job as a parent to make sure that they realize that there are a lot of different styles of music and that they should feel free to listen to whatever they want, to hell what anyone else says. Except for Barney -- that shit has got to go!

Just in case anyone asks you, or you are trying to hack my account and this security question comes up, my favorite band is Bad Religion. And if you are in Glens Falls or Hudson Falls and the weather is nice and some yahoo is blaring really fast, loud and obnoxious music out of there car, it's probably me.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

On Losing the Last Two Months of My Life




I recently realized that I had been rather lax about getting a new blog post up and decided to slowly get myself ready to start writing again. For some reason I thought I would get inspired by checking and seeing when it was that I started this blog. May 16th 2012 was the date I "published" my first post, and the fact that my one year blogiversary is a month and a half away was not the first thing that I noticed. When I saw that the last post that I "published" was January 29th I almost swore outloud. (I was at work at the time, and thought it would be inappropriate... I cannot even type that with a straight face. The people who sit near me are some of the sickest, most twisted and generally inappropriate people I have ever met... and I love them for it! )

I knew I did not post anything in March, but had no idea that I had missed February as well. Now you may be asking yourself, "How could he have not realized that he hadn't written anything in two months? Was he sick? Did he hit a rough patch in his life? Drugs? Alcohol? Did he get really busy?" I truly wish I could say yes to any of these, but the reality of the situation can be summed up in three little words: World of Warcraft.

Yep, an online video game derailed my creativity and took over my life for the last couple of months. I wish I could say I was done with it, but alas, I will be fighting an ongoing battle to balance my time between writing and gaming for the foreseeable future. The problem was that Blizzard, the makers of WoW, came out with a new expansion for the game. At first the price point was beyond my meager finances, but after months of ignoring it, the price dropped down to a mere twenty dollars and I couldn't say no. Then it began.

I become obsessive when it comes to video games -- it is a problem I have always had. I would get a new game and do little else until I beat it. Once I got into a game I would lose hours of my life. I can remember one time my ex-wife commented that she went to bed and woke up the next morning and I was in the same exact position. It was true: I had played straight through the night, saying to myself "Once I get to this point I will stop." I would get there and say "Just a little bit more," and the next thing I knew it was the next morning. (It was one of the Zelda games, if you were wondering.)

This is not a new condition for me and I am not the only person in my family that suffers from it. I remember as a child, my family always seemed to have a video game system. We started with a pong game, moved on to an Intellivision, then to the Atari, and finally the Nintendo. My mother would play just as much as us kids. She used to tell me that she would get the high score in a game, and then my brother and I would play like crazy to beat her score. It was also the first time I ever heard my mother swear. She was playing a game and I kept hearing "shit!" and "damn it!"

This obsessive personality is one of the main reasons I avoid video games now. I have a Wii and a couple of Game Cubes for the kids, but I really don't touch them. It is too easy to get sucked into games -- at least for me it is. Especially since the graphics are a million times better than the best video games of my youth. I mean, I remember the handheld football games that were popular in the 80's. Just a little dot, with up, down, left and right buttons (plus a pass and punt button). The only games I do play now, except for WoW, are the Rock Band/Guitar Hero games, but I will talk more about my love of music and my desires to be rock star in another post.

I have basically committed myself to playing just one video game. That is how I am trying to handle my gaming addiction. Unfortunately, the one game I have chosen is an unending MMORPG. World of Warcraft goes on and on and on, and just when you think you have done everything that you want to do in the game, they come out with a patch full of new content. These patches are designed to keep you happy and playing until the next big expansion comes out. When an expansion is released, you go crazy working to get your character to the next maximum level, raising all of your character's skills to the new maximum level, and then you can start going after all sorts of achievements. Aaaaahhhh. Too much to do. I am getting all twitchy and wanting to switch over right now, but I won't. I am going to finish this blog post tonight, and if I have time maybe I'll jump on to WoW for a little bit.

One of the things I find funny, and a bit sad, is that the game added farming to the things you can do in the game (which already includes First Aid, Fishing and Cooking) with the newest expansion. I log on every day to plant new crops and harvest the ones that are ready to be picked. I also run/fly (not only can my character turn into a bird, but I also have a good collection of flying mounts) around and fish, to get the ingredients I need to increase my cooking skill. I will spend hours fishing and farming in the game, two tasks you couldn't pay me to do in real life.

I don't exactly know where this post is going -- it was supposed to be a way of explaining my absence from blogging, and was going to contain an apology for those who have been reading faithfully, that I left high and dry. I am truly sorry! But if it is any consolations, my main character is at level 90, First Aid, Fishing, Cooking, Skinning and Leather Working are all at 600. I just got my reputation to 'exalted' with the Tillers and I am about to work on the Anglers, and sorry, I am sorry, I will stop now. I'm geeking out big time again. (I'm Lemykins on Quel'dorei server, find me!)

Notice the giant vegetables I have planted... help me!!!


P.S. You will also notice this post is shorter than my usual one, but hey, I did say I would jump on the game after I finished blogging....