TWO amazing concerts are coming up this summer: the first of which is Iron Maiden, playing at the Comcast Center on June 26th, which is literally in the week right after school ends for me. The second is the Mayhem festival, with Slipknot, Slayer, Anthrax and Whitechapel being the four bands on the bill that I believe are worth attending the festival for. It's on August 3rd, also at the Comcast Center. I think it's bullshit that Slipknot got the largest logo on the Mayhem Festival poster, but eh, what can you do. You can obviously imagine that I wish SLAYER were the biggest logo.
Yesterday, my father bought me something that is completely not metal, but still an amazing listening experience: Miles Davis's Kind of Blue on CD. This album conjures memories and vibes of great times past. This disc reminds me of when I was six to seven years old and would periodically stay down at my father's house on Cape Cod on occasion, often during school vacations. My mother and I lived for the most part in Springfield, which is in the western part of Massachusetts. I would rather not to go into specifics of my parents' seperation. We (my father and I) would have lots of fun together; he'd take me out into Hyannis and bring me into Spinnaker's, which is a record shop. Then he'd bring me into Funky Monkey, or Funky Munky, or however they spelled it. That store was a gift shop that sold oddities such as zebra-striped beanbag chairs, lava lamps, awkward ceramic ashtrays, bedside lamps modeled after railroad crossing signs, et cetera. (Needless to say, due to my still-present obsession with rail transit, I had to get the railroad lamp. I wonder if my dad still has it lying around somewhere.) There also was a store called the Lazy Lion, a toy shop. I had my eyes fixed on a Lego playset of an airliner and my dad would sometimes shatter my dreams respectfully by reminding me, "I don't know, man, that looks pretty steep," in reference to the price tag. There also was the Cape Cod Mall. There, we would pop by the food court for lunch. I would make the rounds to all the restaurants that had workers standing outside with a tray of chicken samples, and take a toothpick from each before deciding where we would dine. After lunch, we would stop by Barnes and Noble. Both my father and I are book lovers, I would usually pick up a book on astronomy or railroads, my two obsessions at the time. Attached to the mall is a movie theater, two movies that I remember most fondly were a Star Trek movie and Disney's Treasure Planet. Ah, how I miss that movie. Looking back on it, it makes me envision myself as the admiral of an interstellar armada of state-of-the-art starships outfitted with railguns, laser cannon and missiles. Which explains the title of this blog.
I love both of my parents, but I long to re-connect with my father on a consistent basis. I want to resurrect our time on the Cape. Having divorced parents puts me in a unique, undesirable situation. A situation that I believe can be worked with, nevertheless. It requires co-operation of ALL the parties involved. I don't want to get too much into it, but I'll just say this: two out of the three parties are co-operating, one isn't. I'm an only child.
Now playing: "Blue in Green" by Miles Davis (Kind of Blue, 1959)
