A Concert Of Memories ©

I find myself most night sitting in front of the computer staring at a blank screen with the TV playing in t he background, usually on the space channel like right now.
There is an original Star Trek marathon playing.
But I’m not really paying attention because I am listening to the music pouring out of my speakers.
No matter what my day was like when I sit here all I think about is nothing.
Yet everything.
It all depends on the music.
Every song from my past evokes a memory.
Some are pleasant, others painful.
But it doesn’t matter because each smile, laugh and tear they represent is precious to me.

563 songs sleep on my IPOD
563 memories
563 stories

Let’s see if I could give you a bit of a concert with some of my memories.

The Doobie Brothers come on with “Long Train Running”



The Best of the Doobie Brothers was the first album I ever bought to play on the first stereo I ever owned bought by my father for Christmas.
A Yamaha with duo cassattes and big kick ass speakers.
Someone broke in and stole it a week later but it was a good stereo.
Good thing we had insurance.
That was in 75 and I was sixteen.

In 77 I was peeling up the street in my powder blue Mustang listening to “Dust In The Wind” by Kansas on the radio.



But when I wasn’t in the car racing up the street I was in the Disco Viva dancing to the Bee Gees “Staying Alive”
Is it me or did their voices sound like someone kicked them in the balls?



Unless I was stoned, then I was at the Chaud listening hard rock like Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid”.
Back when Ozzy Had two brain cells left.



That was a funny place.
It was two bars upstairs and down stairs.
Upstairs was the Rose room where you took a date to have a good time.
Down stairs was the Green door where you went to get drunk, fight and possible killed in a knife fight or a shootout with bikers.
Great place to party, loved it.

In the 80s I was just fucken stoned all the time.
Life was like a badly scripted cheesy movie, except that it was for real.
It was like a ten-year scene right out of the movie “Goodfellas”.

I remember in the summer of 82 sitting in the VIP booth at the Super Tramp concert with a friend watching a 40-foot screen as they played “Crime of the Century” and the power died.



We sat there snorting lines as long as my arm while the cops made sure no one bothered us.
Hey, those were the 80s.
Then everything went black.
Nice rush that was until we figured out the power went down.

For twenty minutes the power was off and when it came on the band struck up right on the cord where they were cut off like it had never happened.
Maybe it didn’t but when the concert was over and all the people were gone and the lights went down.
We were still there smoking a joint while the Limo driver waited.
Last time I saw him was at his funeral ten years later.

On my main rotation, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Kind of man” could be heard.



Mad Dog was crazy about Lynyrd Skynyrd and this song reminds me of him.
Funny thing was that he tried so hard to be a simple man but made his life complicated until he ran out of it.
Oh the parties in the bush.
He built bon fire once, piled a mountain of wood then lit it on fire the fucken flames must have been 50 feet high.
When it was really roaring he picked up the metal cooler and walked out to the fire and walked into it to a boulder he had in the center of the inferno and invited me in for a beer and damn if I didn’t stoll right on in.
Mike and the rest of the boys said we were nuts.
We made it a trandition after that first time and it wasn’t long befoe all the boys had all done it at least once over the years.
A lot of singed hair.

I got into ZZ Top in the 90s and still have the key chain I picked up at the concert in 96, June I think.
I was with this cute little blonde that turned out to be a lesbian.
Who knew not that it mattered.
As I was leaving the concert I picked up a tape.
The next night while on my way to a party I was playing it in the car while stopped at the lights and this beautiful chick came up to the window and asked if I could crank up the tunes.
So I leaned over and put up the volume then I did offered her a ride to where she was going but she declined.
“Blue Jean Blues” was playing that day, I sat there waiting even after the light changed until the song ended before I pulled away.



As I sat on the couch at the party having a beer my thoughts drifted to her as Blue Jean Blues came on the stereo.
I brought in my tape so beddy could copy it and his girlfriend walked in and introduced her friend.
The chick from the lights.

Four years later we sat in our private pub where no one knew where to find me then told her it was time she stopped hanging around me and found someone that would take care of her.
I was looking a five year stretch in a federal pen and I wasn’t letting anyone wait for me.
That and I knew the guy she worked with loved her and she him so why waste time with someone when t here was someone ready and willing.
Love isn’t something to waste.
I walked out of that restaurant with a lump in my throat but didn’t look back as I got into the car and drove off into tomorrow.

Funny thing, the next day my lawyer beat the charges in court and I never went to jail but it was the right thing to do.

I saw her walking down the street the other day as I sat in a pub having a beer and looking out at the world.
She still looks just as beautiful as she did back then twenty years ago.
I didn’t say anything as she walked pass the window because it was the right thing to do.
Mike used to say and still does that she would have been worth giving it all up for.
Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn’t.

But that was then and as Colin James would say that it's “Far Away Like On The Radio”



The 20th century ended with Ricky Martin singing about my life with "Living La Vida Loca" aka Living the crazy life.

WOOOO HOOOOO !!!!
Booty shaking time.

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For the first time in a long time I was single as an adult and life was crazy.
Second Ex moved out.
First EX skipped town with the kids for eight years so I did what was left to do.
Partied from sun up until sun down and the party is still rocking the rafters as long as there is good music and good looking women to dance with.

Life moves on, as does the music.
The words are different as is the beat but the meaning is still there, only the memories stay the same.
We live with our choices and go from one room to another in the grand mansion called Life.

So what has Baby Blue (My IPOD) have to say about all of this?
Baby Blue says, The Eagles with “Hotel California”



Perfect ending.

I hope you enjoyed my concert of memories.
I have heard many songs and some hold special memories frozen in time and ageless.

Have a nice day

Ok, how many of you thought I was going to post all 563 stories?

HA HA HA!!!!!!

Walker