Category: Memory

Music…

Something to Say

Fear

Toad the Wet Sprocket

and Words

He’s got a thing ’bout losin’ control
Carries it a mile just to see how far he’ll go
Brushes up his chops as he tries to fake a smile
A friend indeed, but I need someone to stay a while
Someone to stay a while

You can bend my ear
We will talk all day
Just make sure I’m around when you’ve finally got somethin’ to say

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

About a year after I started at Microsoft, we welcomed a new developer to the team.  Jim’s office sat across the hall from mine, though initially we didn’t work on the same project.  However, we’d chat out in the open from our respective desks.  On one of those early days, he stood at my door as we chatted and looked upon my corkboard.  He marveled about the commemorative Space Shuttle Challenger license plate I had pinned up there, and asked, “How did you get that?”  I explained that I moved from the Miami area, and it was a gift from a friend upon my departure.

Jim confessed that he moved from Florida as well, and that he watched that very same Space Shuttle Challenger explode on his rearview mirror as he drove.  While we didn’t run in any of the same circles in Florida, having a fellow Floridian made me a bit less homesick.  That may have been the very start of our friendship, over 30 years ago.

Continue reading “Living his truth” →

Music…

All Through the Night

She’s So Unusual

Cyndi Lauper

and Words

All through the night
I’ll be awake and I’ll be with you
All through the night
This precious time when time is new

Oh, All through the night today
Knowin’ that we feel the same without sayin’
We have no past, we won’t reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

I endured high school during the 1980’s and definitely lived the life of a computer geek.  Back then computers were in their infancy, and all anyone really did with them was word processing, gaming, and programming.  I excelled at computer programming, enough to represent my high school in competition.  Eventually, I went to study engineering at the University of Miami.  That said, my existence in high school mostly felt like that of a misfit.  I consistently hovered in the edges of society.

Few popular books (or movies) portray people like me.  That is people who collect trivial knowledge about video games, computers, and RPG.  When we picture protagonists, we don’t see people like me.  Eventually, we get the Ready Player One.  Ernest Cline released the book, his first novel, in 2011.  Honestly, it remained off my radar until the release of the film in 2018.  Though upon the release of the film, I purchased the novel and read it.

Continue reading “Parting ways with Art3mis” →

Music…

Hurts So Good

American Fool

John Cougar Mellencamp

and Words

When I was a young boy
Said put away those young boy ways
Now that I’m gettin’ older, so much older
I long for those young boy days

With a girl like you
With a girl like you
Lord knows there are things we can do, baby
Just me and you
Come on and make it, uh

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

My older sister drove a Ford Mustang during the 1980’s.  It had a four-cylinder, turbo-charged engine.  She had over four years on me, so I spent many years riding in that car before getting my own wheels.  Though I distinctly remember riding in the back of that car, as in the hatchback section, along with too many of our friends.  We packed ourselves like sardines, three across that hatchback section.  Once the car got sufficient speed, the pressure from the air flow pushed the hatchback down and locked us in until we reached our destination.

On one particularly day, this song comes on over the radio, John Cougar’s ‘Hurts So Good’.  Being in a particularly happy mood, we collective broke out in song.  Though some of us remained packed like sardines in a tin can, we continued singing until the end of that song.  I don’t believe that any of us reflected on the words of the song that bellowed from our lips.  We just noisily acquiesced and joined in, many of us offkey I’m sure.

Continue reading “Breaking away from my roots” →

Music…

Far Beyond The Sun

The Yngwie Malmsteen Collection

Yngwie J. Malmsteen

and Words

Instrumental

Historically, my musical tastes have always leaned towards hard rock.  My fascination with music started with Def Leppard, and in many ways that’s the way in which this blog started.  That said, my tastes landed consistently on the hard rock side of popular music.  On one bookend, music from the South Florida airways filled my ears, while I zipped between a half-dozen presets in the car.  On the other bookend, hours of our console television glued to MTV bombarded the senses with flashing images.

Of course, that picture was far from perfect.  Though radio stations of different genres lined the entire dial, I picked the music that sounded familiar and resonated in my ears.  As for MTV, they wouldn’t even play Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean until Epic records threatened to pull their other artists from the channel.  Still, the music continued to flow, and I was none the wiser.

Continue reading “Expanding my horizons” →

Music…

The Reflex

Seven and the Ragged Tiger

Duran Duran

and Words

You’ve gone too far this time
But I’m dancing on the Valentine
I tell you somebody’s fooling around
With my chances on the danger line

I’ll cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand, oh woah
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand, oh woah

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

I got horrifically poor grades during my freshman year in high school.  I didn’t try to get poor grades; I simply didn’t care.  At that stage of my life, I simply drifted.  I moved like a car when we lift our foot off the brake.  I moved but barely and with no purpose or destination.  Neither angst nor frustration filled me.  If anything filled me at all was apathy.  I’m surprised that it didn’t end up more horrifically, but even in my apathy, my mind captured facts and some subjects came naturally.

On my second year in high school, I turned things around.  Truthfully, I can’t tell you precisely what changed, though I have some educated guesses.  That return to academics started with an uncharacteristically practical class:  typing.  Each morning, I wondered into the second-floor hallway with the business classes.  Entered a large, brightly lit room with small desks arranged into neat rows.  Each desk held an IBM Selectric typewriter; this was my main tool of the trade for one hour each morning.

Continue reading “One keystroke at a time” →

Music…

Start Me Up

Tattoo You

The Rolling Stones

and Words

If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop

I’ve been running hot
You got me ticking, now don’t blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
Never stop, never stop, never stop

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

On a late evening in 1995, I remained at work until what was an absurdly long day.  Today, I’d have to make an exception and leave before I intended to leave the office.  I needed to go to the grocery store and stock up on supplies so that I may continue the death march.  While most consider the need to do such a grocery run involves staples like milk, juice, and bread, this was far more basic.  At this point, most of what I bothered to go home to do was to shower and sleep.  The basic needs translated to soap, toothpaste, laundry detergent.  While I’d definitely get some food items, they’ll run out before my next need for soap or toothpaste.

Initially, I had not decided to return to the office after my grocery run but nonetheless contemplated it.  I gathered my things into my backpack and slung it over one shoulder.  As I walked out the building to my car, I stopped and chatted briefly with teammates who similarly stayed late continuing to work.  I asserted that I needed to go to the store for items that I absolutely needed.  Their initial look of both contempt and betrayal subsided to be followed by envy.  However, in my insistence to leave for such luxuries as toothpaste, I could gather a few items for them while they resisted making a similar trip.

Continue reading “The Start of an Era” →

Music…

In The Dark

Don’t Say No

Billy Squier

and Words

Life isn’t easy from the singular side
Down in the hole some emotions are hard to hide
It’s your decision, it’s a chance that you take
It’s on your head, it’s a habit that’s hard to break

Do you need a friend?
Would you tell no lies?
Would you take me in?
Are you lonely in the dark?

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

In my early childhood, the closest we got to personal music was a boombox.  Generic gray boxes with cassette players, radios, and extending antennae filled the room with tinny sound from reels of magnetic tape.  Back then, the only headphones you could get were bulky over-the-ear units that resembled the Princess Leia hairdo circa A New Hope.  These ‘portable’ units had battery compartments that housed a half-dozen D-cell batteries.

Upon hitting the 1980’s, the Sony Walkman transformed how we consumed music.  Suddenly, we could each listen to music individually even among others.  It was a package small enough that we could reasonably carry with us.  However, my family was poor, and I could not afford the price tag of a Sony Walkman.  As such we often shopped at the Thunderbird Swap Shop, where we found off-brand and irregular items.  The point of compromise was a knock-off cassette player that I found at one of those vendors.  No warranty, of course, that vendor may not be there the following week.

Continue reading “Will you love me in the dark?” →

Music…

Bring Me To Life

Fallen

Evanescence

and Words

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can’t wake up), wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) before I come undone
(Save me) save me from the nothing I’ve become

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

Shortly after the turn of the millennium (yes, I know how that sounds), a song got persistent airplay.  I mean this literally; it was played consistently on the radio.  The radio station pumped that music through the airwaves and into the radio, which I listened to most frequently in my car.  I spent many evenings driving the Western Washington freeways for just the feel of the road.  Naturally, the music added to that bliss.  Mostly, I played my own music.

Occasionally, I tuned the radio.  I darted back and forth among half a dozen preset stations in the car.  The radio DJ’s will normally announce the name of the song and artist either immediately before or shortly after the song plays.  Strangely, for this particular song the DJ’s persistently neglected to mention either one.  One station very maddeningly simply referred to it as ‘the song’.

Continue reading “Finding ‘The Song’” →