while I am out dropping names of people I knew who never knew meI started to think of some other people and some other events
somewhere in the train of thought my ideas got derailed
I drifted back into a daydream of my high school adolescent life
in that day dream I thought of jay amernick and his brother danny
how they grew up to write for the nanny
and how jay and I were friends for a year and friends never again
how jay was a rip off artist
always stealing other people's jokes, stealing other people's "schtick", and stealing other people's anecdotes
stealing another person's anecdote
telling that story from your perspective and making yourself the protagonist is an amazing skill
NOT
SLASH
NOT AT ALL
sure danny was funny enough to lace my Chef Boy Ardee Beef Raviolli with SKOAL on that snow day where we all gathered at Jay's to watch Road Warrior or maybe A Clockwork Orange
it was funny enough that I am sure that Norm Vanderslyes will still call me SKOAL WADZ on every fifth meeting
but it was not so much jay and danny's rise to fame in writing for the nanny
it was more a flashback to the thought of a concept called "frontline"
frontline was like a friendly form of slam dancing that took place at house parties
parties that were in people's living room or maybe their basement
there was not the room for a stage
so there was no stage diving
we removed our shoes and jumped around in our socks like toddlers in a moon bounce
there was not the desire to injure each other
although any time you get boys together there may be an exchange of testosterone
what makes this memory more interesting was that the Washington Post Article mentioned in a previous post had my brother doing an electronic walk down memory lane where he pulled up this one entry blog on BMO: Bloody Mannquin Orchestra
I remember that talent show
I remember it well
I forget whose guitar was jammed in the hydrolic lift as the stage lowered during BMO's awesome free form COOL AS SHIT
but... I seem to recall that BMO got into the talent show by playing their also classic WHAT TIME IS IT which lacked the clapping machine of COOL AS SHIT but contained the repeating recording of the message of the women's voice from when someone called the time
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran_Drescher
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Is_Spinal_Tap