Sunday, September 28, 2008
Give Me Five birthday memories from your life or of someone else.
1. My 30th Birthday party- Julie, a friend and colleague of mine had a birthday party at her house for my 30th birthday. It was my second birthday after Roby died and she knew what a milestone it was for me, so she invited all my friends in the interpreting/Deaf world over. It was a lovely birthday...I have photos that I will have to scan and add later. Thanks, Julie!
2. Roby's 21st birthday - His birthday was on Thanksgiving that year - November 26, 1987 (I believe). We had dinner at his mother's house - the whole family was there. Shirlee and Bob, Debee and her husband and daughter, Teri and Chris and their son and daughter, Shirlee's sister Patti, cousins Tammy and Tanya. Bob's stepmother, Lucille, probably Bob's sister, Jane. Maybe Bob's son, Eric. Maybe some more cousins...they set up a big table (maybe a pingpong table) in the sitting room and everyone sat out there. I was always late to dinner because I had Thanksgiving with my family first. Roby always saved me a few mashed potatoes. He had to dish them up because if he didn't, they would all be gone immediately. Man, that family can eat. :) After dinner, they all started to get ready to go out. I wasn't really sure what we were going to do...they decided to go to this bar that is no longer in existance...on Broadway downtown...I will have to try to figure out a name. It was a PSU jock bar...ummm...hi?! So, for Roby's 21st birthday, Shirlee and Bob and Patti and Teri and Debee and Tammy and I got all gussied up to go to a jock bar. I was a little freaked out because I was only 20 at the time and I was pretty sure I would get arrested for being under age, so Teri gave me an old driver's license of hers. I shouldn't have worried...it was easy enough. The bar wasn't superbusy since it was Thanksgiving night...everyone was drinking, but I hadn't really had much alcohol before that except for some champagne and some kahlua and creme a few times. That night, we drank tequila poppers. Those things go straight to your brain. I don't think we got drunk...just had a few drinks. The next night, I'm pretty sure that we went to CC Slaughters and set the path of our lives after that...
3. My 12th Birthday party - I lived in Panama City, Florida and we were about a month from moving to Oregon. I had a party with all my friends there - Drew Keriakedes, Bart Sloan, Thalia Smith, Tina Ritter, Dee Dee Small, Mercedes Delory, maybe Nina Haanio. Those were the main people I remember. I had a HUGE crush on Bart and Drew. I think we actually played "Spin the Bottle" on the patio and I ended up kissing one of them...can't remember which one all these years later. I was really heartbroken about leaving all my friends. We stayed in touch for a couple of years, but then, as most kids do, we all lost touch. I don't have any photos from that year that I remember...I will have to look. I remember that I wore a blue skirt outfit with flowers on it. And my hair was cut in that short feathered way that I had for many years. My mom always loved it, but I thought it was too short. It was a bittersweet birthday.
4. January 9, 1996 - Just a day after Roby died, it was my dad's birthday. I don't remember much but my family offered to postpone the celebration. I couldn't think why we would do that because I felt like I would never EVER feel happy again, so why put it off? We had a nice party, but I could tell that my dad felt bad to be having a birthday party. It was low key - we had dinner and opened some gifts and probably had some cake. It wasn't very joyous, though. Sad. Now they are both gone.
5. July 13, 1984 - My 17th birthday (it might have been my 18th birthday...)...had a big party and all the drama people showed up. ALL of them...Jeffa was extremely late and disappeared into my bedroom for more than an hour...then disappeared for the rest of the evening. Roby and Duane were there, Charles, Jim, Angie, Jenny M. and Jenny R., some of the juniors and sophomores..Later, I found out that Jeffa had been making out with Jim somewhere most of the evening. When she arrived, she had gone immediately upstairs to write a long and lovely card to me for my birthday, but I was so mad that I couldn't really appreciate it...That night was a huge bone of contention for us - I just couldn't fathom that the person who I spent most of my time with for YEARS would behave in this way. (I was not that smart when it came to issues of raging hormones at the time). Thus began a rocky year...she was going through lots of stuff that I didn't know about and I guess I wasn't that supportive (I didn't know what was going on). I still have difficulty understanding the whole, "I'm in love and therefore I can't talk to you" attitude, although I am more familiar with the concept now.
So those are my birthday memories so far...I'm sure there are more, but these are the ones that came to mind.
I'll Cover You (no costumes- endears me to Jesse L. Martin all the more)
So, I saw the final performance of RENT on Broadway filmed and presented in the movie theatre. The final performance was Sept. 7, 2008 and they had the show up and ready this week. May I say that I thought it was BRILLIANT from all angles. The filming was beautifully high definition (as compared to some of the video on youtube anyway) with close ups and shots that allowed me to feel connected to the characters on an intimate level that sometimes is impossible in live theatre. It felt like live theatre except for the audience energy - I think people didn't know how to be in a play in a movie...do we clap? do we hoot?
Here's a promo with Will Chase as Roger:
The cast was amazing. I was particularly struck by Mimi played by Renee Elise Goldsberry - she had the sense of wildness, audacity and vulnerability that is sometimes missing from the character. Will Chase was a great Roger - I wasn't sure at first, but I have seen him in other Broadway shows and liked him. Once he sang "Glory", I was onboard for the ride.
I have read some criticism online about the editing and the filming being too close, but I LOVED IT. I loved seeing the tears pouring down Mimi's face and the subtle facial expressions between the characters. I loved the bottled up emotion of Roger in "Another Day" and Mimi's startled reaction when he comes at her. They had great chemistry.
Angel, played by Justin Johnson, was sweet and sassy and lovable. It was just the right touch of playfulness that the production needed.
It was great to have Gwen Stewart back as the SOL Soloist #1 again - no one has done the song justice after her that I have heard. It is always beautiful, but she really marked that territory as hers. I liked Tracy McDowall's portrayal of Mark's mom - very funny with just a few moments on screen and some great facial expressions.
I liked the actor who played Mark - Adam Kantor- he was witty and droll and had a great voice. Occasionally, it seemed like he was trying to make the music his own - singing a little faster or slower or off key or something...I'm not sure. I just liked his presence and most of the choices he made for the character.
Overall, a satisfying viewing. I hope it is released on DVD. This is the perfect venue to introduce people to Broadway as well as a great tool to use for teaching people to interpret musical theatre to interpreters...
Goodbye, love. (until the revival...)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Anyway, as I was reading along, the book asked this question (paraphrased here): If there were not criticism, who would you be right now?
What a loaded question... There are so many ways to answer it... from way back when when criticism and judgement first started taking affect or from the perspective of today - knowing what I know now...
So, if suddenly, judgement and criticism disappeared, who would I be right now? I think I would still be an interpreter. Probably Freelance. I would just take the jobs I was comfortable with and I wouldn't worry so much about everyone in the situation. When I was freelancing, I became consumed with worry that I was doing a disservice to the clients...Did the Deaf person understand me? Was my English good enough for the hearing people? What was my team thinking? Would they want to work with me again? Why did they hire me in the first place? Would they hire me again? What if they didn't?
Consequently (and there were other factors, as well), my income began to decline. The more work I got, the more I felt like maybe I wasn't "all that" and who was I to take all those jobs when there were lots of better interpreters out there. Ironically, I have never felt that way about my theatrical work. I feel pretty confident, but also, theatre is low stakes. No one is going to die if I interpret "Clam Bake" badly.
If I was free of judgement and criticism (self-generated and otherwise), I would already have written novels and books of poetry. I don't really write much in that way anymore, but I miss it. I think my heart is still there, but I have a lot of layers of self-protection piled up on top of it. I know that this blog is one step closer to that part of my life, although I don't write "like that" here...Maybe someday. Just stretching the muscles of writing is a good start. And to keep it up this long. I'm actually kind of proud of myself. I wasn't sure if I would be able to keep up this running conversation with myself...but it hasn't been too bad.
Anyway, that's what I have been thinking about in my tiredness tonight. Better than crashing on the couch in front of the TV, right?
I am thinking about all the things I want to do to right now - write more, reach out to some folks, read more, be more artistic/creative - but not really taking too much action. I have to get over the hurdle...
I am excited, however, to be going to see the final performance of "RENT" this weekend. I can't wait.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Anyway, it was good to plan fun and execute it. The down side to liking the work I do is that I am also a bit of a work-a-holic, so it can be a deadly combination, even for me.
Baby steps, right?
I'm not saying that life is ONLY about joy...but that we should EN-joy life - add joy whenever we can. Seek joy and find unexpected things along the way...En-liven. En-ergize.
Yes, I have moments of joy, as I said. But I need to EN-verb it and make it more active rather than passive, hit-and-run joy. Purpose. Purpose-full. Joy-full.
Ok. Now I feel better. I needed to clarify for myself more than anyone else.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
On Monday, I worked for 13 hours (plus the 2 hours of drive time) and collapsed when I got home. When I woke up on Tuesday, I was determined to find a way to make life at least a little more livable. I have purchased Moo cards with nice sayings on them to pass out to people at work and I thought I kind of deserved to have something like that, too (even if I have to do it for myself).
In all my nostalgia in the last couple of weeks, I ordered a couple of the CDs I mentioned in my "37Days: Write to Rembember" post. I spotted one of them on the counter - "An Evening with John Denver" - and I thought I would take it and listen to it at work. I usually don't listen to music at work because there are lots of auditory cues I have to listen for and music is not really an option, but right now, I felt I needed something to get through the day. I popped it in my bag and slogged off to work. When I was a few blocks from home, I decided to pop the CD in my car and listen on the way (instead of politics in the morning...I'm getting more and more depressed and panicked). Two notes into the first song and I started BAWLING. I had skipped to the song, "Matthew", which has always been one of my favorites. I tried others - "Grandma's Feather Bed", "Eagle and the Hawk", "Rocky Mountain High" - but I just kept bawling. Not just tears. Like BAWLING.
So I didn't bring the CD in to work. When I left work last night, I listened to it again and felt much better, but I was struck by a couple of lines. One line from "Matthew" - "yes, and joy was just thing he was raised on. Love was just the way to live and die. Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field. Blue is just a Kansas summer sky." I cried again. This time it was not just a stress reaction or being tired. I realized how far away from that feeling I am. That I see the world as being really far away from that, too. I was raised on joy, too. Parents who played games and traveled and read and laughed. We didn't worry about the school levy not passing or the economy crashing or our cell phones, email, computer. I didn't know aobut my dad's job that much and my mom was home but she didn't run us to eight thousand different activities. Sometimes I wish I knew how to play the piano or how to dance. But we had FUN.
I miss FUN. And Joy. What happened to JOY? I have great moments of joy and that counts..."Buffy", Indian Food with Kevin, BookFest, theatre, music...But I remember joy. I remember life that was about seeking joy - not pleasure - joyful moments. I don't seek it anymore. I am just surprised when it pops up. The lack of seeking seems wrong to me, somehow. It seems to defeat the purpose of "Life is a Verb" and I want to change that. It really impacted me yesterday - just thinking about a life that is solely focused on work and a few distractions.
One of the other songs, "Annie's Other Song", has an introduction where he said, "The purpose of my music has always been to communicate the joy that I find in living and what is so about my life..." So, I am going to find joy - seek joy, and I will try to communicate it here. I think that is what I was trying to do by starting this blog, but it has taken me all this time to figure it out...each video or bit of music or photo has been something that touched me or moved me or made me laugh...that's the start of joy. Recognizing it. Embracing it.
I guess if being exhausted brings a touch of insight, perhaps all this chaos and craziness and crisis at work has been worth it to get me to this point.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Good news - I had a great night with Kevin! We went to an Indian restaurant called Vindalho in Portland. Upscale Indian - very nice place good food. More limited menu than we were accustomed to, but delicious food. Great company!
And we went to Music Millenium and bought the new "BTVS" soundtrack CD - released that day! It was meant to be. Sadly, I have been so busy, I haven't even given it a listen. I will do that tomorrow while I slog through the crap at work. Ha!
Also, geek confession - I already have all the other BTVS CDs. I have only really listened to the "Once More With Feeling" soundtrack but I have them. I know, I'm a dork, but I like it anyway.
Here are the others:
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Well, it is done. "RENT" closed today. I know they filmed either the last or the second to the last performance and will be showing it in select movie theatres later this month. I can't wait to see it.
Here is the first blog entry I wrote about "RENT" and other musicals http://wildrumpusing.blogspot.com/2008/01/musical-madness.html. This kind of gives an idea of why the show had such an impact on me.
In August of 1996, I flew to NYC for a friend of a friend's wedding and one afternoon when I had some free time, I wandered to the Nederlander Theatre to see if there were any tickets available. I didn't know anything about the show at that point, but I knew the story of Jonathan Larson - I had seen something on like 20/20 or some other tv entertainment/news show. No dice. Sold out. And at the time, the lottery seats required an overnight stay outside the theatre to even hope to get seats. They changed it later.
I remember the DAY that I got the "RENT OBC" CD. Kevin and I had agreed to buy it on the same day. I purchased mine at Borders in the summer of 1996 - the day it was released. I ripped open the package and put it in my CD walkman (no CD player in the car for many years to come)in the parking lot of Borders. I listened to it right then and there. At first, the music was a little jarring, but that isn't unusual for me. I skimmed the libretto to find lyrics that intrigued me and quickly found the next musical obsession I would have. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure that I called Kevin on my cell phone while I was there in the parking lot to see what he thought about it.
I saw "RENT" on stage for the first time in 1997 in Portland. The Touring cast was excellent and I loved the show. We interpreted it a couple of weeks later. It was the first time I ever cried while I was on stage - I interpreted for Collins and it was all I could do to get through the "I'll Cover You Reprise" in Act II.
As I grew to love the show more and understand it more deeply and personally, it became harder to see the show. I have seen the production in Portland (probably around 10 times), Eugene (4 times), Seattle (4 times), NYC (15+ times). I can remember specific shows - one viewing in Seattle, one in Eugene and a couple in NYC -where I could not stop crying. I cried the whole show and for 15-20 minutes afterwards. This show speaks to me on such a deep level - obviously, I'm not a herion addict, I don't live in NYC, I'm not a starving artist, but I can so relate to being the witness to the AIDS pandemic, to being young and uncertain about what life might bring as my friends were dying before their time. I could relate to holding on tight to the circle of friends that I had to try to get through it all.
I never spent the night at the theatre to get lottery seats, although one of the times I saw it in Eugene, I did get up at like 4am to go down to the theatre. I was able to get lottery seats for the matinee and it was so WORTH IT. To be so up-close-and-personal with the show meant a lot to me. Most of the time, I was content to just buy regular tickets, but I wanted to see it from the front couple of rows at least one time.
"RENT" ranks with a few other shows that make my heart ache. Every time I see it, I feel like I'm seeing it for the first time. I can't explain it, but it makes me sit on the edge of my seat, my heart beating just a bit faster. It makes me long for something I can't even define.
I'm so sad I couldn't be there for the last show, but I will be seeing the movie at least once. "RENT" will always have a special place in my heart and lives in my top 5 all-time-favorite musicals EVER.
RENT on Tony Awards 2008
RENT on 1996 Tony Awards
Manley Pope - "One Song Glory" (on Jenny Jones)
"Seasons of Love" Movie Cast on Today Show
"Will I?" - Movie Version
Viva la vie boheme!!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
My friend Kevin was really into "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" while the show was on TV (I'm always late to the party...). We were together one day and he asked me if I had seen the Musical Episode ("Once More with Feeling" from Season 6). I hadn't because when the show originally came on television, I couldn't get the channel with any regularity. I had thought, when the show came on, that Roby would have loved it - he loved all things vampire. Kevin mentioned the episode to me several times and really seemed to think that I would like it. At the time, I was sort of off scary things and since I hadn't seen the show, I just kept thinking it was going to be some bloody horror show that I couldn't handle.
Maybe a year or more later, as I was recouperating from surgery and laid out flat on my back for 3 weeks, I was flipping through the channels on a Saturday afternoon and I ran across an episode of "Buffy". I watched it, but I had NO IDEA what was happening. Turns out, I was watching the third-to-last episode of the entire series (this episode is still one of my favorites). My favorite Buffy and Spike scene are in this episode...when I finally watched the series, I kept looking for this episode because I didn't know where it came into the whole Buffyverse.
Touched - BTVS
Anyway, I watched that first episode and I was intrigued because I loved Eliza Dushku and Spike was very cool and dashing. Immediately afterward, there was another episode which I eagerly watched - but it was from Season 5 with Glory. I didn't know which one came first, but it was intriguing. The following week, I only caught the second one or I would have pretty much known how the whole thing was careening to an end.
I lost track of the Saturday/Sunday episodes (little did I know they played 2 on each weekend day - the 2pm following season 7 and the 3pm following season 5). Later on, Kevin mentioned the musical episode again. On a whim, I bought Season 6 on DVD - I figured I might as well watch the whole thing to try and understand it. But when I got it home, I realized how dumb that was. I don't know who any of these people are, I don't know how the musical fits in, would I understand what was going on? So I went on eBay and purchased Season 1 on DVD for cheap. I figured I would start watching and see if I liked the show. I started watching and I was hooked. I just kept watching each episode, each Season, slowly but surely. I am always happy I get to watch them all together - if there is a 2 parter or a cliff-hanger, I can just watch the next episode and not have to wait a week.
Tempting though it was to jump ahead and watch the musical episode, I didn't want to do it...I wanted to see it organically (ha, funny word to use). I wanted to have the show's history to have the full experience (I learned that from watching "Friends" - another show Roby LOVED, but I didn't full understand until after he died...the only reason I started watching "Friends" was to maintain some fragile thread to him - if he loved it so much and I watched it, it was another way to hold on to him).
Now, it is 5 years later and I have seen the series about 10 times through - give or take. I would rather pop in a "Buffy" episode than watch some of the crap that is on TV right now. Each time I watch it, there is some new joke, new look, new phrase that makes me laugh, catches my eye, or makes me think. I never thought I could be this attached to a TV show, but there you go. I love the strength of Buffy and the themes of isolation, confronting adulthood, friendship, grief, etc. Joss Whedon is a brilliant writer. I am even reading the "Buffy Season 8" comic books. This is a harder sell for me because I am not a big comic book/graphic novel person...the story seems too fragmented for me to follow, but I keep plugging away.
Anyway, that's my Buffy story. Thanks to KGV for the introduction - I owe you one. :)
Here's a season 7 promo:
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
What does this song mean anyway?
Well, it doesn't matter. "Blinded by the Light" was popular when I was about 10 years old (1977?). I loved singing it...I bought the 45 at the TG&Y store that was through the woods by our house. I used to squirrel away whatever money I had and save up to buy various things - jewelry, candy, records, beach chotchkies (is that the right spelling???). So, I bought my 45 of this song and took it home. I gathered my girlfriends and we made up dances to it. This one and songs by The Sylvers - "Boogie Fever" and "Hot Line". We choreographed and rehearsed and forced my poor parents and sister to watch us dance. I don't really have much rhythm, so I'm not sure what I thought I was doing, but it gave me such joy to dance around. And SING!!
I LOVED to SING!! I learned songs from the time I was really little and I made up songs all the time. I made up songs to the music books my mother had for her accordion and later her organ. I made up songs to the pictures in the Atlas we had. I made up songs for my dolls. And I was fascinated by all the variety shows on TV - Glenn Campbell, John Denver, Mac Davis, Sonny and Cher... I remember singing, "Brand New Rollerskates" when I was pretty young. And learning my sister's camp songs.
I don't sing much anymore...only in the car when I'm not listening to Air America (I love Thom Hartmann). I used to sing with Roby in the car all the time. Sometimes, we would find a song we were in love with and put it on repeat for days... He was a tenor and I have a pretty low voice for a woman. He would sing the female roles in Chess, Les Miserables and Phantom of the Opera and I would sing the male roles... We could sing "Embassy Lament" acapella. He never told me I couldn't sing. We loved singing together. One time (a silly but cherished memory), we were in his apartment down by PSU - making his four-post bed, singing to Alison Moyet..."Is This Love?". He said to me, "You sound just like her when you sing this song..." I'm sure he never knew how special that made me feel. I was embarrassed but so pleased. It made me want to sing Alison Moyet all the time. What I wouldn't give to sing one more song with him in my car.
Monday, September 1, 2008
So, in my previous post, I mentioned telling how "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" came to be an important part of my world...I will still save that story because I remember it clearly right now...I was thinking that I would write a couple of things down that I don't remember as clearly.
Last night, as I fell through the YouTube rabbit-hole, I was struck by the strange conglomeration of embarrassingly uncool music, popular and completely obscure obsessions I have in my collection. Today, I was thinking about Patti Digh's passion for Johnny Depp...made me remember some of the people, things, songs, books I have been passionate about in my life. Some of my passions were the objects of derision and mockery, some were popular at the time, some I have held onto all these years while others have fallen by the wayside. I want to enjoy the passion I have for things and people and not feel ashamed or embarrassed that something strikes my fancy. I'm pretty sure that this will be of no interest to anyone but me, but just think of it as sneaking a peek into my hard drive.
So here goes:
Most popular-then-unpopular-then-completely-uncool-then-popular again group: Peter, Paul and Mary
Singers I have been mocked for liking: Rick Springfield, Barry Manilow, Clay Aiken, Peter, Paul and Mary, John Denver, Air Supply(I know there are more...I just have to remember them all...I'm a music geek)
Groups I liked while they were unknown: Everything But the Girl, River City People, Wilson Phillips,
Artists I didn't warm to until well after their popularity had already peaked: Foreigner, Madonna, Pink, Paula Abdul,(it was the 90s - gimme a break), Culture Club, Duran Duran, Prince ("Purple Rain" era), Eurythmics (there are many, many more)
My most abiding and enduring crush/obsession/love: Rick Springfield (I have all his albums, I was in his fanclub, I had posters of him on my ceiling and I still LOVE him)
I liked the group BEFORE the lead singer got famous: Kenny Rogers and the First Edition (the first pop song I ever learned the words to was "Something's Burning" when I was about 4 years old. The 8 track tape came with the 8 track player my parents bought. I wish I had a video of it..."Something's burning da-na-na-na-na, Something's burning da-na-na-na-na, and I think it's loooo ooooovvvvve...")
She was better when she was only 15 years old but she is probably still at it: Tanya Tucker (Greatest Hits - she's in a car on the cover... I love "What's Your Mama's Name Child?" and "The Jamestown Ferry" and her version of "Delta Dawn", but really the whole album rocked)
First album I ever owned: An Evening With John Denver
(All the classics are here. "Matthew", "Grandma's Feather Bed", "My Sweet Lady", "Rocky Mountain High", "Take Me Home Country Roads", "This Old Guitar", "Annie's Song", "The Eagle and the Hawk". I was born in Aurora, Colorado, my mother was from West Virginia, so I pretty much thought that all his songs were written for me or her. I wanted to marry John Denver when I grew up. I am still saddened that I never got to see him play live. )
First album I ever bought with my own money: Kristy and Jimmy McNichol (I'm not saying I'm proud of it...)
Best album I ever took from my mother after she bought it: Peter, Paul and Mary In Concert
First "cool" album I ever got as a Christmas gift: Journey "Escape" (and I saw them in concert for the Escape Tour - go uncool, me!)
First cool music I listened to because my sister had the album: Styx "Paradise Theater" (although I was a long time fan from the first time I ever heard "Castle Walls" on the "Grand Illusion" album)
Favorite songs while living in Europe (ages 6-9): "Seasons in the Sun", "Fernando", "Mandy", "WildFire", "Love Will Keep Us Together", "Cats in the Cradle", "Crocodile Rock", "Afternoon Delight" (I know but I didn't know what they were talking about...), "December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)""I'd Really Love to See You Tonight", "Sister Golden Hair", "All By Myself", "Dream Weaver", "Devil Woman" (more to come...once I open the floodgates...), "Laughter in the Rain", "Billy Don't be a Hero", "One Tin Soldier", "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves", "Cherokee People"
The first musical I ever listened to: "A Chorus Line"
The First musical album I ever became obsessed with and geeked out my musical tastes forever: "Annie" Original Broadway Cast
The first musical theatre cd I bought before I even owned a CD player: Original London Cast of "Les Miserables"
First professional musical I ever saw performed on stage: "Cats" with Roby and Shirlee and Bob.
First musical I saw on Broadway in NYC: "Starlight Express" in a Sunday Matinee with Roby.
First musical as a movie that I totally grooved to: "Grease" in 1977
First musical as a movie that I fell in love with and wanted to watch every day for months: "West Side Story"
Well, I am down another rabbit hole, but it is fun to reminisce...And I have always been a musical geek. I think that much is obvious. But I'm ok with it. I like what I like, right? It's all good.