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Memories From the Past Can Come Unexpectedly

red-hot-chili-peppers-logoIt’s so funny how the most benign things can bring back some of the best memories.

As I was driving home tonight I switched CD’s (yes my car only has a CD player because it is old, and yes I still have CD’s because I am old) and put on one of the discs from the amazing Stadium Arcadium album by The Red Hot Chili Peppers.  As I started to listen to the music I was instantly reminded of a great memory from high school.

I had a good friend named Greg that had an old white hatchback Ford with a sound system that was likely worth more than the car itself.  Greg and our other friend Sam, who now has his doctorate in music, always had impeccable taste in music and opened my eyes to some of the great artists of all different times like Prince, David Bowie, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

One of our favorite things to do on weekend nights, in particular during the winter, was to drive around with amazing music screaming through the speakers, windows down, letting in the bitter cold Utah winter air, and the heater cranked up so we wouldn’t all freeze to death.  It was nothing ground breaking, or something that I thought would be particularly memorable at the time, but as I look back now I realize that it is those moments of simple joy that bring me the most happiness and inevitably put a smile on my face.

I know this often took place without me, or with our other friends Jon, Borsos, Naysahn, Mike, Thayne, Jamison, Mark, Jason, or the occasional female like Mary Jane, Liz, Erika, or Tricia, but it honestly didn’t matter who it was.  All that mattered was that a few teenagers were together making a memory that still puts a smile on my face even 15+ years later.

The older I get the more I realize how important memories like this are for one simple reason, they are about people.  I don’t regularly talk with any of the aforementioned people, and some of them I haven’t seen since we graduated high school, but that doesn’t matter either.  What matters is that these people were an integral part of my life during one of the most important times in any person’s life.  They helped me make good choices, and the occasional bad one, but I will forever be indebted to them for helping me become the man that I am today.

I did have the opportunity to see some of these friends a few years ago and it was so fun to see how all of our lives have developed over time and how quickly we just caught right up.  Even our children became immediate friends and had a great time running around my Grandparent’s old yard making their own memories.

So, as The Red Hot Chili Peppers serenaded me on my way home, I couldn’t help but turn up the heat, roll down the windows letting the cold air in, crank up the radio, and think back on some beautifully simple memories from my past.

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The Grammys – My Annual Reminder That I’m Losing Touch

Last night was The Grammys. I always enjoy watching the various awards shows. The producers of these shows have done an amazing job turning these awards shows into an entertaining spectacle. It should be that when you consider the amount of talent that goes across the stage. I enjoy entertaining spectacles of every kind, so I enjoy awards shows.

Although, as I was watching the Grammys last night, I realized that every year the Grammys teachings me how out of touch I am with what’s happening in the rest of the world.

Everyone who knows me knows that I’ve never been on top of the music scene. I enjoy great music, but I’m not a fanatic about it. I don’t wake up to music. I never did homework to music. I occasionally work to music, but generally don’t since it distracts from my focus. I do love dancing to music. I barely know the names of who sings what and absolutely don’t know the title of songs or albums. I’m really bad with names in life and so why would I know an artist’s name?

With my “I’m not in” disclosure out in the open, watching the Grammys makes me realize that it’s getting worse. Plus, I also realized that I don’t really care.

I think this is all a sign of me getting old. I already know the type of music I like and enjoy listening to it. I don’t have a need to go out and discover new music. Sure, if it happens great, but whatever.

What’s your take? Do you keep up with the latest in music and other cultural trends? Or have you given up like me and you’re ok with it?