shine sweet freedom

My wife is finally out of lockdown. She still feels a little fatigued and weak, but that may be from sitting or laying down for 10 days. Two of the cats seemed indifferent to her return to the living room, but the blind one crawled on her lap very soon after she sat down.

I made a rough mp3 file of different cuts from songs in my collection which have something to do with being free (although I missed a couple of songs, but oh well). I called it the “Freedom Medley”; tell me what you would think if you heard this after being in isolation for 10 days. When she came out of the bedroom this morning, I greeted her by playing it on my phone. She liked it.

put another record on

We went to the Genesis concert in Cleveland on Tuesday night. It was a good show, and I’m glad I was there. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go, but I knew I had to. They’ve been my favorite band forever, and this is definitely the last tour. 

It’s like visiting old relatives for the holidays; they tell the same stories, sometimes leaving out parts you remember from before, but you listen anyway because you grew up with those memories, and you may not get to see them again. 

Phil Collins’ performance was mostly good, but there were a few moments that were a little painful to watch. He sat in a chair for the show, and he kept adjusting his position as if he was in significant pain. He forgot the words a couple of times, and his voice was a little weak at the beginning of the show. But he got stronger as the show progressed, and he was having fun with the crowd just like in the old days.

The other members are doing well enough at their age to have a good show night after night. Tony Banks just barely cracked a little smile during a long ovation. Mike Rutherford and Daryl Steurmer were solid as usual. Finally, Phil’s son Nic was a beast on the drums. 

The crowd took a little while to warm up, but got more into the show as it went on. Everyone cheered, some people got drunk or high, and a few people had a few tears (not me, because I’m dead inside). 

It was definitely bittersweet, but I’m glad I got to see them one more time.

the road trip of ’86 and eddie van halen

Many, many years ago, when I was 16, our family and another family (The Rileys) took a road trip in our RV from California to Ohio, making a half-circle around the country. The Rileys wanted to see their son in Cincinnati; Mr. Riley was going to a church convention in Indianapolis and wanted to visit several churches on the way; Mrs. Riley wanted her best friend, my adoptive mom, to come along; A-mom volunteered to do most of the driving; and I just wanted to see something different than my hometown. 

So off we went, six people in a 25-foot RV. I’ll spare you the details, but the high points were:

  • driving US 50 in Nevada, the “loneliest highway in America”
  • having part of the RV catch fire in Utah (we put out the fire)
  • riding the Pikes Peak cog railroad in Colorado
  • playing basketball and fighting with our foster kid, Bob, at a church in Indiana
  • visiting the Arch in St. Louis
  • getting a really bad sunburn at King’s Island waterpark in Ohio
  • competing in the “Bible Bowl” at the convention in Indy (basically a bible trivia contest)
  • being dissed by the cute Ohio girl who gave me the stiff arm (she liked Bob instead)
  • going to a Cincinnati Reds game
  • seeing the Neil Armstrong museum
  • camping at Yellowstone National Park

Four weeks and 6000 miles later, we all piled out of the RV. The aftermath included The Rileys headed for divorce within a year; Mrs. Riley eventually came to live with us; Bob and I hated each other, and he eventually moved out; and that I thoroughly enjoyed the trip but realized I was socially inept.

I told you that story so I could tell you this one:

Mr. Riley liked Pizza Hut, and we stopped at several along the way. One time there was a jukebox, and I saw something that would make everyone irritated. Soon, blasting through the speakers was Van Halen’s “Eruption”. Eddie Van Halen tapped and wailed and screamed through the Pizza Hut, and everyone was stunned. At the end A-mom asked “WHAT WAS THAT?” I just laughed.

genesis mixtape

I’m a big fan of the music group Genesis, primarily the stuff from 1980 and before, including the progressive rock phase of Genesis’ work with both Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins on vocals. I don’t get into the arguments over which singer was better, which albums were better, or whether Phil “ruined” the band in later years. The band evolved and stayed relevant for a long time, and in the end sold a shitload of records; they must have done something right. Oh yeah, there was also an album with Ray Wilson, which I enjoyed but most people did not.

Want to irritate a Genesis fan? 

  1. When you hear a Genesis song, say “oooh, I like Phil Collins’ music!”
  2. Ask, “What do you mean, Peter Gabriel was in Genesis?”
  3. Ask, “oh yeah, they play Christian music, right?”
  4. Ask, “Who’s Steve Hackett?”

I started out being confused exactly which songs belonged to Phil Collins and which belonged to Genesis, so being a child of the 80s, I needed to buy some cassette tapes. Thanks to the “Buy 8 cassettes for the price of 1” deal from Columbia House Music Club, plus the bargain basement racks at the record store, I was able to build my collection going back through their catalog and sort out which songs were on which album. By this time I have at least one copy of every official release, and some unofficial recordings, courtesy of the numerous internet repositories of concert bootlegs.

When I was in college in Reno, my girlfriend Beth was also a Genesis fan, and she made me a cassette with the albums “Trick of the Tail” and “Wind and Wuthering”. It became a kind of souvenir after our breakup, until eventually my car stereo ate the tape. Years later I made the same copy for my wife, but never told her the significance of it.

Once during college I was enrolled in a Dream Interpretation class (yes, a real class for credit!). We were supposed to have written down a dream we had to share with the class, and I hadn’t done the assignment. I was listening to the song “Mad Man Moon” in the parking lot, and decided to plagiarize the song for my dream. I took the imagery, jumbled it up a little, then wrote it down and took it to class. Solid A on the assignment. It was only later that I realized there was a risk that the instructor might be a fan also.

I only got to see Genesis live once, at the Oakland Coliseum in 1992. It was a great show, although they were past their prime in my opinion. I would have loved to have been at some of their shows in the past, but I guess I will have to be satisfied with bootlegs of those shows. However, the tribute band The Musical Box performs a theatrical recreation of early Genesis shows, complete with vintage instruments, lighting, and costumes. When they performed their Selling England By The Pound show, I felt like I was transported back in time to 1972.

low brass, high anxiety

I was a good trombone player back in high school. I was also good with a tuba and a baritone, but the trombone was what I enjoyed the most. I earned a trip to the state honor band playing trombone, which I thought was pretty cool even though I was seated in the 3rd chair.

When I went to college in Reno, I joined the marching band and immediately realized I needed to elevate my trombone game. I was suddenly surrounded with serious music students who could play circles around me, so I needed to get better. Even though I was still 3rd chair, I improved, and I knew I belonged.

After my short stay in Reno, however, I didn’t play my ‘bone for a couple of years. The local junior college had no music program, and there was no community band to play with. I missed playing.At college in Hippietown, they had an infamous marching band, but I didn’t have time to commit to practice and performances.

There was an informal jazz band, so I joined that group hoping to have fun. Unfortunately it turned out there were serious musicians in that group as well. One time we got to a place in the music where there was supposed to be a trombone solo, and I didn’t know what to do with it. The director, trying to help, said “This is yours, man – just blow!” I had no idea how to improvise, and I quickly became intimidated and embarrassed to be there.

The last day I went to the practice to tell the director I was leaving. I made up an excuse about not having enough time to be able to practice, which was mostly true, but not the real reason I was quitting. As I was walking out the door, he turned to the group and, exasperated, said “Great, there goes our trombone player!”

That hurt. I felt like I was failing, and abandoning the group who had accepted me. Then again, I’ve abandoned lots of people and places over the years, and not dealt with the wreckage. It turns out it gets easier each time, and you care less much faster.

The sting of that day stuck with me, and I never played the trombone for anyone again. I kept it long enough to find out neither child had interest in playing music, then sold it for $100.

ten albums

There was a thing on Fakebook where people shared a list of 10 classic albums that influenced their musical taste as they were growing up. No one asked me to play, so I’m putting my list here.

I grew up as a sheltered child, so I didn’t get to listen to rock music until I was about 13, and I didn’t get to buy my own music until I was 15. I didn’t start discovering my own tastes until after I started building a collection thanks to the Columbia House Record and Tape Club (kids: ask your parents). Once my membership had outlived its usefulness, my dog joined, and later my 80-year-old uncle joined and got 8 cassettes for a penny too.

Anyway, here are 10 albums bought from age 15 through 18 that have shaped my listening preferences since then. In no particular order:

  • Rush – Permanent Waves. My first Rush album was in the bargain bin at the store where I worked, and a co-worker recommended it to me. Best suggestion ever.
  • Genesis – Three Sides Live. Not my first Genesis album, but my most nostalgic one. Purchased in Australia, it was a gateway drug to their older music.
  • Phil Collins – Face Value. Purchased in my first order from Columbia House. I was initially confused which songs were Phil’s solo work and which songs belonged to Genesis.
  • Dire Straits – Brothers In Arms. I said I was sheltered; I once seriously asked a friend if Dire Straits were satanic, and they laughed at me. That made me hate church.
  • Peter Gabriel – So. At first I just liked the hits, but when I discovered Peter had once been with Genesis, I became interested in his older solo music.
  • Yes – Classic Yes. Another album which introduced me to the wonders of 70s progressive rock.
  • Miami Vice Soundtrack. I loved the TV show, and I memorized all the words to the Vice Rap (“The Mob, a full time job, known to extort and steal or rob!”)
  • Huey Lewis and the News – Fore! Maybe not the strongest album in the list, but Huey and the gang were the epitome of coolness.
  • U2 – The Joshua Tree. Once I played this repeatedly during a trip to Death Valley in an attempt to feel the music; it became a favorite afterward.
  • Van Halen – 1984. My introduction to hard rock, and what’s more rebellious than the smoking baby on the cover art?

Finally, number 11 with an asterisk goes to Porcupine Tree’s “Nil Recurring” EP, which has influenced everything I have listened to since I discovered them in 2007.

falling, lyrically

4, 3, 2, 1, Earth below us, drifting, falling …

I want to free fall, out into nothing …

falling off the face of the earth, but I’ll be home soon …

I’m coming home to Earth, I’ve reached my town …

Falling space junk, in the streets …

But before I hit the ground, is there time? …

You don’t mind the fall until your face hits the ground.

 

If you care: Peter Schilling, Major Tom; Tom Petty, Free Fallin’; Matt Wertz, Falling Off The Face Of The Earth; Cara Dillon, Falling Like A Star; Jello Biafra/NoMeansNo, The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy; Duran Duran, Falling Down; Robyn, Crash And Burn Girl