I had stacks of them next to my bed growing up. We are talking about comics. In the early years, the stacks were broken up between the “classic comic” piles and the “Beano & Dandy” piles. Of course, the Beanos were separated from the Dandys. (No sense in starting a comic war… though I really prefered Beano over Dandy… just by a bit.) As far back as I can remember my weekly addiction was fed …
I was at the dollar tree store a few days ago and bought a pair of flip-flops. (Yeah, BFD, Lecram!) Actually, it was… er… is. You see the last time I owned and wore a pair was in my early teens. I loved wearing them… though my mother and grandmother expressed a considerable disdain toward my favorite footwear at the time. “Your toes will spread and your feet will look like a chicken’s foot.” Seriously, …
… something becomes the second or third choice in one’s daily routine. It really spells out that the “something” is over… or at least on it’s way out. In this case it’s the “talking head” news shows that I used to follow first thing in the morning. Though I’d rather like to think I have successfully (finally) transitioned back into real life from the whirlwind that was the last election. (Real Life… what’s that?) I …
click here for pt. 1 Anyway, my love affair with music through the medium of vinyl just intensified with age. By the time I was 12 I owned the original box set of Jesus Christ Superstar. (Look, this was a pretty big deal… at least I thought so when I was 12.) Now you have to understand that the edgiest musical I had heard up till this point was West Side Story… so this was …
… who wore out the grooves on the record with repeated playing. Some of you are blinking blankly after reading that. Oh forgive me… remember those black disks of vinyl that you played on something called a phonograph? Yes, those curiosities from… what? No, it’s just a nasty rumor that Nero was playing one while Rome burned… or that it was popular during the black plague. Anyway, as a child I recall the first EP …
… the love you take, is equal to the love you make. – the Beatles. It’s lines like that that I really want to believe in. I remember first hearing that album (Abby Road) when I was 12 and recall how the simple profundity of it hit me sideways. “Of course it’s true! It must be… it’s so simple it just has to be.” I was also at the age when I believed (along with …
