Things I Miss The Most

I miss not seeing advertisements for drugs on television.

I miss caring about award shows like the Grammys and the Oscars.

I miss being younger than the major players in pop culture.

I miss hearing the world without the persistent hissing of tinnitus.

I miss Sour Cream & Onion Doritos and Dr. Pepper with cane sugar in glass bottles.

I miss people understanding science.

I miss thinking that blogging would matter.

I miss laughing with Jim Watkins as we read the script of Star Wars in different voices.

I miss running and jumping.

I miss spiking my hair into asymmetrical shapes.

I miss the scarcity and mystery of record buying before the Internet.

I miss Jack Nicholson.

I miss putting my toes into the Atlantic and the Pacific, although not at the same time.

I miss Happy, my first dog.

I miss looking at my sister's daughter and seeing the futures I wanted for her.

I miss ignorance, because there are times I'm not sure I can bear knowing...and there's so much more to know.

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"The Silver Gun" by Robert Palmer (1983)

I mean...Urdu? Seriously, Urdu . On an already eclectic and worldly album -- Pride , from 1983 -- "The Silver Gun" closes a chapter in Robert Palmer's career by singing a song about a horse in a language spoken daily by over 100 million people. The liquid bass line and propulsive electronics set out a bedrock for Palmer to ping phrasings rather out of place in Western music, askew astride even the peripatetic minimalism of the rest of the record. Somehow, in the middle of Michigan's Appalachia, I had this on vinyl a few years before the CD era officially commenced. It was an album of effort -- even the cover, a pointillism-and-bronze work, had Palmer's head barely above the water -- but the stitches didn't show to my pre-adolescent eyes and ears. In a career marked by zigs and zags, Pride and "The Silver Gun" were most certainly Other, and for a kid that felt like he didn't belong much of anywhere, it was nice to have those discrete feeling...

"I'll Drive You Home"

Upon reflection, I’ve had a fortunate life in the area of work. As a freshly minted teenager, I would visit Evergreen Park Grocery and dream of someday working there like my father did, and at the age of 14, I got $2/hour to live out that dream, such as it was. From there, I yearned to try other occupations, from record stores to teaching, and I’d be chuffed to tell Young Erick that both of those things happened in due course. ( Oh, and Young Erick, one of them got you to meet David Bowie, and one of them got you to own houses and cars, so I’ll let you ponder on which one was better. ) I even got to DJ a bit here and there, and while it never hit the heights of a professional radio gig, it was certainly better than the summer I played preset cassettes on my boom box for a nerd camp dance while my unrequited crush stayed in her room. What I never crossed off my professional life list was acting, either regular or voice, but while I still yearn for that big breakthrough -- seriously, ask...

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