I noticed that I’ve been writing a lot about the suckiness of cancer and widowhood, so today I take pen in hand – actually, place fingertips on keyboard – to write about another fascinating facet of Things That Make Me Cool.
Class, today’s topic is Music. I really love alternative music and going out to see various artists on that musical spectrum. I’ve seen some great shows over the past dozen years, and I continue to keep abreast of who’s coming to town or nearby.
But once upon a time, I wore miniscule amounts of spandex and had lots of hair, A Look promoted at the local discotheques. I remember when the Beatles broke up, but I never really loved music until I stumbled upon ‘Soul Train.’ I never missed me some Don Cornelius urging “Love…peace…and soul!” The dancing blew me away, although the scramble board was lame. So I was even more in my element when the disco scene hit during my wayward catholic schoolgirl years. Life took on new meaning when you couldn’t wait to hang out with classmates at Petar’s every Friday and Saturday night. It got even better when you discovered the big city across the river, which had even more cool dance clubs at which to sport one’s newest spandex ensemble.
If you wore a ‘Disco Sucks’ t-shirt, you were definitely not my friend.
Yet as fate would have it, another wayward youth lifestyle was going on parallel to the disco scene, where frustrated youngsters from the suburbs hung out in totally different Albany clubs. They wore leather jackets and appeared unclean. They listened to punk and new wave music from across the pond, a cacophony of screaming put to music as if played on amphetamines. Disdaining conventional everything, never mind the bollocks.
If you were in one camp, you scorned the other. Perhaps this was part of being 20 years old, with fixed sets of friends defined by the narrow parameters – spandex or leather, take your choice .
Twenty years later, a man and a woman met and shared histories, one a former disco queen and one a former lead singer in punk bands. They looked back at those parallel lives and discovered common ground in the alternative music scene. They incorporated aspects of each other’s likes and dislikes from each of those twenty years, and moved forward together in life. Never one to make conventional choices, they decided that Their Song would be ‘Everlong’ by the Foo Fighters. “Breathe out, so I can breathe you in…hold you in.”
Music hath charm, after all.