I watched the show Love Monkey on CBS last night for the second time. I really enjoyed it. It stars Tom Cavanagh who made a name for himself in the TV series Ed as a music executive that leaves a major record label and takes a job at a much smaller independent label. One of the defining scenes of the premier episode demonstrates Tom’s deep love of music to a young musician by knowing Sid Vicious’ real name. No Wife of Consequence recently went to the Bon Jovi concert here in Atlanta and had a really fantastic time. She loves music and feels a connection to it on a lot of different levels.
I am a pretty bright guy, but music is my kryptonite. That is kind of a running joke with my friends and family. Many times, if they have a question, I have the answer. However, if the question has something to do with music, they get to make fun of my lack of musical knowledge. Somewhere along the line I just missed the spiritual connection a lot of people have with music. This is not to say I don't appreciate it. I could listen to James Taylor or Sting sing every day for the rest of my life and I have an affinity for what No Wife calls, the simpering bitches. (Jewel, Lisa Loeb, etc.) I really love the Beastie Boys and some of my middle school years were spent break-dancing in the hallways at South Orange Middle School. I love listening to Billy Joel, but I can't tell you who played keyboard on album X and don't know that guitarist whoever from The Cars played a guest gig on the Ramones reunion album in 1978. It just doesn't go that deep for me.
I used to be friends with a guy from Chicago. He and I would go back and forth for hours about sports. I was a huge basketball fan at the time and it was always the Knicks vs Bulls discussion, because it was 93-94 when we were buds. He was passionate and learned about sports, but one day, I sat for an hour and listened to him talk about Grateful Dead shows he had seen. It was poetic. He was a spectator at the first concert the Dead gave after Jerry Garcia's heart attack and gave a riveting recounting of Jerry's appearance on the stage, markedly thinner than the last time anyone had seen him. He talked about how the crowd was silent for a moment, taking in the new Jerry, and how they roared for him.
I should have gone to more concerts. I think I missed out on something.
Just a brief side note, it has been brought to my attention that the blog has pretty much sucked since I started writing again. This is an observation I agree with for the most part. So I guess I ask my loyal few to be patient with me. I don’t have as much time to write as I used to and my voice is still rusty. I doubt my leisure time will increase but hopefully my rusty writing skills will sharpen up.
No 1 of Consequence