Monday, October 18, 2010

Cocoa and Boingo


Still here; I know it's hard to believe.  Still navigating the post-graduation is this really where I'm headed and is it alright that I'm not bothered by it windy road.  (Also, enjoying one of my favorite fall/winter dinners lacking much nutritional value... hot cocoa and buttered toast.  Oat bran gazillion grain toast, at least.)  But that's boring.  Not the toast.  That's delicious, dunked in the not too sweet cocoa--a pinch of salt really is a must to bring out the fullness of the chocolate.  Boring is the I've gotten that higher higher education and am essentially where I was before, career-wise topic.  Therefore, at least for the time being, I'll leave that off the discussion board.  Yawn.

Instead, let's talk about how funny it is to be sitting at your favorite coffee shop, drinking an Americano, reading a New Yorker and a record you used to listen to all of the time and haven't heard in, quite possibly, 15 years or more is put on and it's as though you never took it out of rotation.  Everything about it is so familiar and ingrained in your brain that you know exactly what song comes next, all of the words and even when side 1 ends and side 2 begins.  I don't even own a copy, in any format, of this album anymore, though I might need to remedy that.  (Oingo Boingo, Deadman's Party, by the way.)

On the rare occasions that I hear something of Boingo's, I always think about the time my friends and I went to see them at, of all places, the Maricopa County Fair (was that what it was called?).  A mosh pit had formed and I was trying to get out of the fray but managed to get knocked down anyway, and as one of my friends was attempting to help me up he was thrown out by a security guard who mistakenly assumed that he was the one who shoved me.  No protestations from either him or me could convince the guard otherwise and Dave (what was his last name?) had to miss the bulk of the show.  I suppose we were seeing Boingo at the end of their career but we were still so excited.  The band was as relevant to me--us--then as they had been when I was given a copy of Good for Your Soul  while at the U. of Utah's Theatre School For Youth in 1985.

Nostalgia can be sweet.


Paige said...

Sweet with a little salt. :) I'll have to try that!

And I loooove cocoa with buttered toast! Mmmmm. With the toast cut into long strips. Guess that would be Mother's handiwork.

Linnet said...