Thursday, July 07, 2005

Thinking About Stuff & Fireworks...

I'm reasonably new to blogging and I'd been pretty regular about posting; and then came summer.

There's no shortage of writing fodder -just a shortage of motivation to plop my ass in front of the computer to type it all out. Should anyone give a shit...and why should they; its summer for goodnesssake! Turn off the computer and go rub some sunshine on your face!

Here's some random thoughts and happenings:

Thoughts and Reminiscing:

1. The first concert I ever attended was a Chuck Mangione(www.chuckmangione.com) concert. It was in the Artumis Hamm (sp?) concert hall in LasVegas, NV. The sound system crapped out 16 bars into "Feels So Good"and without missing a beat the man continued to play his Fluglehorn to a level few achieve. As a budding musician I was enthralled with his absolute professionalism. I was young and inspired!

2. The last concert I attended was The Grateful Dead (www.dead.net). Like most of their concerts it was outdoors and many, many "Deadheads"were there too. A combination of way too many people and too much alcohol - I puked where I sat. Still wasted and not caring - I just moved over to the left a little and tried to pass out. In my drunken haze (I was going to say purple haze, but that's Jimmy Hendricks) I remember Ricky (friend and neighbor at the time) had returned from somewhere else and preceded to sit down. The handful of people behind me, knowing what I had done earlier, tried to stop Ricky from sitting in the pukey spot..."..oh, Oh, OH NO DON'T!...OOOHHhhh No...Oh well, we tried." Ricky was really wasted too, so he didn't care so much. I was young and stupid.

Happenings:

1. Growing up in Las Vegas, NV, the 4th of July was one of those holidays where you get the day off from school, there's special food (hot dogs on the grill, potato salad - my mom's recipe is the best, by the way) but none of the stress to buy presents or put up with family you don't really care to be around. And of course, fireworks. Fireworks you spend a ton of money on and are usually disappointed with their performance - if not mutilated by them.

One year my mother's coat was in the back seat, and someone's pop-bottle rocket went through the car window and caught the coat on fire. I'm sure she was thinking "How am I going to replace that coat." I was thinking, "What the hell were you doing, leaving your winter coat in the car during a typical Vegas 114F degree summer?"

The year after that my parents took me to Burkholder Jr. High's football field to watch a professional fireworks display. Holy shit! What a breath-taking experience! The explosions were loud and the display was huge. And the most amazing thing? It was FREE! I couldn't believe they weren't charging everyone at least $5.00 (American). And I still feel this way about fireworks displays. I go out of my way to catch every fireworks show I can get away with. Its so very Zen. Its black & stars, and then the sky is filled with light and color. And then it's black & stars again. My mind goes quiet. If I think - I'll miss the next one. And the grand finale? Oh My God! My mind is cleared of all extraneous data. You could push me off a bridge and I wouldn't notice. My eyes are opened as far as they can go, and I'm trying to catch every little detail. Its pure joy for me.

This year was no different. With the exeption of making an effort to watch the look on my son's face. Its pure joy for him, too.

1 Comments:

Blogger SafeTinspector said...

I must apologize for lying about being a Russian Fluglehorn expert...
I am neither Russian, nor could I pick a Fluglehorn out of a line-up.
I had to get that off my chest after reading about the dogged and relentless Flugelhorn player in Las Vegas...

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