Day: May 28, 2008

Waxing nostalgic

I’m listening to “Take Good Care of My Baby” on Matt’s show on XM5. I have strong memories about this song but it’s some kind of sense memory. I loved the song when I was younger, but I don’t think it was this Bobby Vee version. Or maybe it was. Just did some Googling. The Beatles covered it (who also factored bigtime in my youth as my mother was a big big fan) but I can’t see any other covers by anyone I really know. Weird.

I’m guessing it was a song my dad played a lot. He had a big collection of 45s and a beat-up old Seeburg jukebox he was always tinkering with. He loved all that 50s music and it was always around growing up that it was inevitable that my sister and I would love it too. And kind of fate that she would fall in love with a fantastic 50s DJ 🙂 Dad used to host a little 50s show on a tiny radio station in Santa Cruz. I loved going up there with him and hanging out (there was ping pong in the storage room) while he did his show.  And he never failed to, at least once, do his wonderful Wolfman Jack impression. He rocked it 🙂

See, listening to Matt the Cat’s show always does this to me – makes me remember dad and what a cool guy he was. Thanks Matt!

I miss that old jukebox too. Once – just once – for a wrap party I had after my drama class’s last play of the year, he let me put my own 45s in the juke (mostly consisting of 80s bands.) and we set it up in our family room with the patio just outside as the dance floor. We also had a normal stereo set up in the other living room with tunes out there, but the jukebox was where everyone congregated that night. They loved it. Was a fun party (well, except for being forced to watch the star of the play, whom I had an enormous crush on, make out with his little twit of a girlfriend on my couch, but I’m focusing on the tunes 🙂 )

So I didn’t have a real purpose for this post. I just felt an overwhelming need to blog something – anything. And this little trip down memory lane was it. It was a nice trip. I’m glad I can be at a point when I can look back at stuff like dad doing the Wolfman and enjoy it instead of feeling bad. Gosh, it’s been 16 years since he died. Wow. Shannon wasn’t quite 1 yet. Kelly was 12. That’s just freaky. I hadn’t thought about how long it’s been. Sometimes it seems so recent. It’s weird.

Er, I didn’t mean to get sniffly. Still boggling at the time. It’s getting late though, should hit the sack. I want to see if the dream about the magic chalk continues 🙂

Dreamy

Just wanted to write this dream down while I still have remnants of it in my head. It was pretty cool and may have been influenced by the nightly reading of the Dresden books before bed. I just have bits and pieces since I’ve been up for a while and I’m kicking myself that I didn’t write anything down right away. Ah well.

Anyway, in the dream, I had to guard some chalk. A big chunk of chalk that was walled up in a kid’s bedroom. I don’t know anything about the chalk other than it was magical and a bad guy wanted it. I was in the room, bantering with the baddie trying to keep him from guessing where the chalk was. I remember doing my best to resist glancing at the wall and giving it away, and I remember being quite proud of my bantering skills. I had almost logic’d him out of finding the chalk when the alarm went off.

That’s it. And I know it doesn’t really seem like much worthy of writing down, but the impressions left after the dream are still with me right now. You know how sometimes you dream and yeah you might remember a little of it, but then it goes away and you’ll never remember anything about it – but then sometimes you have dreams that seem so real and so vivid that the feelings and emotions and all that stuff follow you around for a while. This one was like that.

As for the chalk, Harry Dresden uses chalk a lot with his wizardry and I’m just about through the entire Dresden series *sniffle* I love these books so much.