Pump Up The Volume
Pump Up The Volume came out 20 years ago.
I'm watching it for about the 50th time right now with a laptop on my lap and my feet up on the coffee table.
Its the part where they play the slow version of Wave of Mutilation.
The Pump Up The Volume soundtrack was the first CD I purchased.
Then... if you told me that I'd be an on-the-air DJ within the next three years I would have cleared my throat and rolled my eyes. I'd get giddy with the idea of it but ultimately would have doubted that.
Last night I dropped by a going away party for a new "friend"... on a side note, is the right term FRIEND? I mean what the hell is a friend? Should I just say "a going away party for some dude I kinda know in the sense that we've had a couple cool conversations and both of us remember random facts about those conversations? Facebook and LJ have depleted the term friend of any power. ANYWAYS... I went to this party and as I mentioned to them how envious I was that they were going to go off for a four month world romp he noted that he had been met with the envy card a few times. Then he paused and stated: "you had your time... now it is my time". This threw me back for a moment. He wasn't accusatory. He wasn't being mean. He had heard of my tales of travel and my experiences and he envied those. He was going for his own now. I think, in that statement, I also heard (tho not intended): "you are old". I felt instantly old. I sure did. I felt that somehow I was now tied down - which I am, tho not as much as some of you - and not able to rip my roots up from the ground and DO SOMETHING.
I'm getting scared.
I'm still dreaming while the rest of you have bought homes, gotten married and have kids.
I still feel like i'm just as confused and as lost as I was when this movie about confused and lost kids came out twenty years ago.
I'm watching it for about the 50th time right now with a laptop on my lap and my feet up on the coffee table.
Its the part where they play the slow version of Wave of Mutilation.
The Pump Up The Volume soundtrack was the first CD I purchased.
Then... if you told me that I'd be an on-the-air DJ within the next three years I would have cleared my throat and rolled my eyes. I'd get giddy with the idea of it but ultimately would have doubted that.
Last night I dropped by a going away party for a new "friend"... on a side note, is the right term FRIEND? I mean what the hell is a friend? Should I just say "a going away party for some dude I kinda know in the sense that we've had a couple cool conversations and both of us remember random facts about those conversations? Facebook and LJ have depleted the term friend of any power. ANYWAYS... I went to this party and as I mentioned to them how envious I was that they were going to go off for a four month world romp he noted that he had been met with the envy card a few times. Then he paused and stated: "you had your time... now it is my time". This threw me back for a moment. He wasn't accusatory. He wasn't being mean. He had heard of my tales of travel and my experiences and he envied those. He was going for his own now. I think, in that statement, I also heard (tho not intended): "you are old". I felt instantly old. I sure did. I felt that somehow I was now tied down - which I am, tho not as much as some of you - and not able to rip my roots up from the ground and DO SOMETHING.
I'm getting scared.
I'm still dreaming while the rest of you have bought homes, gotten married and have kids.
I still feel like i'm just as confused and as lost as I was when this movie about confused and lost kids came out twenty years ago.