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The “Weird Kid” Speaks

2013/06/17

When I say I was a weird kid…I’m really not exaggerating. Reading Shakespeare Sonnets and WWII Socio-Political history books in 4th Grade was just portion of what set me apart from my “peers.” Music also had a huge impact on how difficult it was for me to relate to a lot of people my own age.

My uncle introduced me to the Southern & Album Rock of the 70s, my grandfather’s hi-fi set was my entry into the world of Jazz and Big Band, my mother’s 45s were the source of my fascination with 50s Hit Parade and Rockabilly, and my little “Solid State” transistor radio only seemed capable of picking up one station, no matter where I put it, and one grounded afternoon in my bedroom at the age of 8 started me down the Country road. Add to this my fascination with movie scores, John Phillip Sousa, and the symphony shows at the Kennedy Center…and you arrive at a very strange 12/13 year old girl at the slumber parties. The only Jacksons I had listened to by 1983 were the Jackson 5 singing “Rockin’ Robin” & “ABC.”

Thankfully for me, I had some awesome friends, and a new radio. Shawn introduced me to KISS when we were kids out in the Boondocks, so it wasn’t hard to get into the Hair Bands of the 80s. One of the guys in the drum corps got me totally hooked on the sound of the synthesizer, so the Wave of the 80s was a natural step. My friend Joiey introduced me to two things, better radio in Colorado (KPKE & KBCO), and her boyfriend’s band. The hours we spent exploring ALL that music had to offer put me in a MUCH better spot by the time I got to high school (and made me a frequent visitor to Wax Trax back in the day).

But don’t get me wrong, I was still a weird kid. I was just a more well-rounded weird by the time I hit high school. It was nothing for me to talk Whitesnake & RATT with folks who really should not have been in the smoking area with the volume of Aqua-Net on their heads, or Sex Pistols and The Clash with someone whose hair was taller than I am, even if they were 6 inches shorter. And I could follow the conversation when caught in a gaggle of cheerleaders gushing about the latest Duran Duran video, and who was going to camp out to get tickets if their tour came through Denver. I could also tell when our Maria in “The Sound of Music” was so off-key she was messing with the strong section’s ability to accompany her for “The Hills Are Alive…” And I took my brothers and sister to a Nylons concert at the Paramount, because 50s Hit Parade was still dear to my heart.

While being a weird kid did have some difficult social implications (you are not supposed to get along with Jocks, Theatre Geeks, Brainiacs, and Stoners…all at the same time – it makes everyone nervous, apparently), I think it gave me a better view of the 80s than the average person. It certainly gives me a FANTASTIC soundtrack for my adolescent years. 馃榾

 

NOTE: And we didn’t even touch on my weirder tastes in music… Yeah, at 43, I’m still a weird kid. LOL Yeah, I’m also trying to get back to my blog again, so hopefully this won’t be the last one.

 

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Evil Media

2012/07/20

Social media & cellphones get a really bad rap much of the time, but I want you all to think about this…

In 1989, Eugene Thompson went on a murderous spree in Arapahoe & Douglas counties, crashing his car one block from my parents house, and then holed up inside a house across the street from my baby brother’s school. It took forever to get into phone contact with my mother, we had no way of communicating with either of my brothers (1 in Jr & 1 in Sr HS). There was no information being provided by the schools to find out if I could pick any of them up. My mother was trapped in her home with several small children and information was slim and sketchy. Because of this the Jr HS was about to let the kids leave with parents, just as the gunfire broke out across the street. It wasn’t until the next day we had any real idea of what was happening.

In 2012, I awoke to a hail of text, FB, and Twitter messages about the theatre shooting in Aurora, and in within a few minutes knew what had happened, had checked on my family and friends, and started checking on my associates. The police and the community effectively communicated all the important information, set up & directed people to resources, and generally had the public safety restored within a few short hours.

Tell me again how evil social media and cellphones really are, please?

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A Defining Moment

2012/04/01

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plural com路mu路ni路ties

Definition of COMMUNITY

1 : a unified body of individuals: as

a : state, commonwealth

b : the people with common interests living in a particular area; broadly : the area itself <the problems of a large community>

c : an interacting population of various kinds of individuals (as species) in a common location

d : a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society <a community of retired persons>

e : a group linked by a common policy

f : a body of persons or nations having a common history or common social, economic, and political interests <the international community>

g : a body of persons of common and especially professional interests scattered through a larger society <the academic community>

2 : society at large

3 聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 a : joint ownership or participation <community of goods>

b : common character : likeness <community of interests>

c : social activity : fellowship

d : a social state or condition

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The Connection is the Whole Point

2012/01/29

I am a HUGE history nut. This is not unknown to anyone who’s ever driven around town with me. Sometimes, it’s like traveling with your very own tour guide, whether you like it, or not!

For this, I blame my father. I’ve lost track of the times we’ve “gone for a ride” to check out some place he read about, or saw in a documentary. Not to mention all the trips down his memory lane we’ve taken over the years. My siblings would just humor him, most of the time, but I always looked forward to those drives. For me, it was about making a tangible connection to the past.

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Family Traditions

2012/01/20

Tonight was very bittersweet for me, because a more than 30 year tradition was upheld, but it’s sad due to the fact that it may be the last time. Tonight I went to see the incredible and inspiring Red Tails with my father (and my baby brother tagged along). Me and my Dad have gone to see every George Lucas movie in the theatres since 1977, when he took me to my very first “indoor movie” to see Star Wars. But that tradition appears to be ending tonight, with the news that George Lucas is retiring from the blockbuster business.

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*That* House

2011/11/24

I am thankful for many things in this life, including the ability to take every breath, and I try very hard to not keep my gratitude to myself. If I am thankful for something, or someone, I work very hard to express that gratitude, because I鈥檝e discovered that it can actually grow when you let it out.

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The Media, Democracy & You

2011/10/09

In a world where digital social networking has become the norm, and businesses scramble to harness its unimaginable power, there are both good and bad things to come from this revolution of communication. I do believe the good things to come out of this technology far exceed the bad, but the bad things seem to shine a light into the sometimes surprising darkness of the human condition.

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