when my buddy and i were writing regularly, (we’d actually overlap eachother’s letters)…one item always made the list of questions we’d ask eachother…and that was:
“so, what are you listening to these days?”
then we’d go on and on about what new music we’d stumbled onto, or what older music we were in the midst of rediscovering. we’d always fill the back of our envelopes with drawings, lyrics and sometimes cut out magazine pictures.
you can always tell where someone is at in their life just by asking them what they’re listening to. wouldn’t matter if you hadn’t kept in touch for 10 years…
every boyfriend comes with a soundtrack. some of them have really sucky songs/music. and some come with timeless tunes that can bring me back to events and memories that seem like they happened just yesterday.
yesterday i listened to Led Zeppelin’s first album and remembered blasting Communication Breakdown at 4am to drown out the loud sex in the room next door.
living in brooklyn with 2 other women and one guy (who was the one bagging one of the women) is never a good idea… hence i will never share living space with more than 1 person.
lately, i’ve been listening to my old albums…bowie, talking heads, even threw on simple minds (actually they were not that good)…back to the 80’s…
i have a great fondness for the 80’s. high school years, first try at college, second try at college, third try at college…my first real love. terrible mini-skirts in bright hot pink, red cat-eye sunglasses, billy idol posters on my wall…going to see purple rain with my buddy who wore a dog collar…
going to the midnight showing of Rocky Horror.
getting stoned at a really dumb flick with matt dillon (Flamingo Kid)
getting drunk in church parking lots in the middle of the night.
sneaking inside his house…making love while dark side of the moon played on.
i don’t think i’ve had a better decade than the 80’s. they were cheesy, silly, sweet, and horribly clothed. and in that huge mess of big hair, bad boy bands, and glitz…i met my soul mate.
if 2004 has taught me anything, it’s that love is a sneaky little sucker that can play dead for 20 years and slowly resurface stronger. i love him, but there isn’t much else i can/will do…
throw it up like confetti, hope little bits and pieces land where you are and open that creaky little 80’s door to your memory of laying in the dark and watching the equalizer to your Carver dance with Floyd.