One more thing the world probably didn’t need is a jazz guitar cover of Robert Plant’s “Big Log”. I don’t know who recorded it nor why, and I don’t care enough to try to find out. I just know that it made it that much harder for me to fight my way through the traffic on I-40 this morning while scrambling to change the radio station.

Incidentally, the world could also have done quite well without the original in my view. But that’s another story.

The stupid baseball game ran almost two hours late, delaying my debut until after 1AM. Finally, though, I started out with “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by the Beatles. It seems a slightly odd choice now but was pretty appropriate for me at the time. Later, there were the Clash, the B-52s, and Laurie Anderson. And I realized that one month shy of legal age I’d finally found a musical instrument I knew how to play: the turntable.

It was a good move. Through that whole experience, I met some of my closest lifelong friends. In a year of many beginnings–high school graduation, “coming out”, my first actual date with a man, and the start of college among others–it’s amazing that i still find this to be perhaps the real defining moment when i went from being a teenager to a prospective adult. Not bad for an unpaid gig in the middle of he night, eh?

I pondered some sort of celebratory project to mark the anniversary but this is the best I could do. And the picture above wasn’t taken the day of, but it’s a reasonable facsimile of what the whole affair might have looked like.

More WUAG memorabilia for those who care (work in progress).

God, I’m old…

Pretty much sums up my week:

Actually, I kind of like getting local news from Scranton every night as a change of pace, but I’ll bet there have been an awful lot of very confused old people in Winston-Salem around 6:00 the past few days.

I also kind of wonder if their advertisers are getting many calls from down here.

And no, this post really didn’t have anything at all to do with Jane Jacobs. Sorry.