... Or: When Memories Punch Back
While surfing around looking for local band information from the 'good old days', I stumbled across a funky slice of nostalgia.
I liken it to gazing into a mirror, then getting punched in the teeth by your own reflection...
In the late 80s a couple of buddies and I formed a Parma hardcore band - Public Execution. As locals bands like LEK, R.F.I., and Domestic Crisis were so much cooler than us on the Social Idiot Index, we figured we would give it a whirl. We stuck it out for about a year, wrote some nifty tunes, finally got a decent sound down (thanks to second drummer Jim Konya), then broke it up for reasons best left unsaid.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
The other night my youngest had a school choir recital. It was a very nice program.
But my eldest and her friend (the bigger sister to a friend of the youngest), were bored out of their minds. Being resourceful kids, they pulled out a notebook and started playing games, writing notes back and forth - the typical girl stuff.
It reminded me of what I used to do when bored out of my skull at their age. When we returned home I promptly showed my wife. She laughed at my ingenuity. Or my idiocy.
I am not too sure.
- Take a piece of paper and a sharpened pencil with a good eraser.
- Balance and angle the tip of the pencil onto the paper just so, with your index finger lightly on the eraser.
- Gently push the eraser downward so that a straight line shoots off the skidding pencil onto the paper.