Well, the title says it all. They released more tickets and we upgraded!
We’re in Row D, Peter’s Side.
We’ll be wearing this
And scarves that look kind of like this
Introduce yourselves, we promise we don’t bite! 🙂
Hey y’all, I’ve been meaning to post this for the last couple weeks, but it got bumped by my Raj Rant and, well, real life. Better late than never, I suppose!
And before I get started on discussing Remember, the new album from by Micky Dolenz, a word about how I evaluate music in general. The first thing you need to know is that first and foremost I’m a writer. Not a terribly good writer, mind you, but a writer nonetheless. Therefore, most of my focus when reviewing an album like this is on the lyrics and delivery of same. I enjoy music, have reasonably diverse tastes, and am fairly well-educated for a non-musician. That said, the umpteen years of choir, 4 years of school band and 3 years of piano lessons notwithstanding, I am NOT a musician. My keyboard prodigy brother Daniel would probably have a completely different take on this album.This is just Camille’s take at this point in time, and if it goes well I may take a crack at reviewing other Albums, shows, books, etc. in a similar format.
So with that disclaimer about my POV out of the way, on with the show! The simplest way to tackle this album, it seemed, was with a track-by-track analysis, so I’ll just cut to the chase. If you want to follow along you can buy Remember here—this is an Affiliate link so I get about 3 cents from your purchase to defray the costs (essentially the domain name and a couple cups of tea on “blog post evening”) involved in bringing you Fandom Lenses.
Once upon a time (2000), in a land (yahoogroup) called Long_Title, there lived four Frodis Femmes.
There was Cin, the ringleader, and Mich, the warrior, and Camille, the mystic (and your humble author), and Anissa, the sweetheart. The four of us had our own quirks and damage from various geek girl adolescent traumas, but beyond all odds we were brought together by a shared affection for a half-forgotten 60s boy band. We wrote fanfiction and went to concerts together and snarked on the guys’ eccentricities mercilessly (though always from a place of love). More importantly we became friends despite (or perhaps because of) our wildly divergent personalities.
But life, as it has a way of doing, got in the way after a few years as early-20s gave way to mid-20s. While we all stayed friends, we drifted apart a bit as we chased our own personal and romantic dreams. There were marriages and graduate degrees and careers to be created, and I like to think that each of us drew strength and writing skills from our time as postmodern self-aware Mary Sue kickers of fanfic villain butts as we figured out how to be heroes to ourselves.
That said, there’s a difference between growing stronger and growing harder. For reasons I’ll skip, I spent my whole life driven to be a success. Not to achieve fame or fortune, but to develop my talents to their utmost in the service of others, to make sure my life mattered. In service of that goal, I became a librarian. Then I wrote a scholarly paper. And then that paper was selected to be presented at a conference in Cleveland—the geographic center of the other Frodis Femmes. (I live a few states away).
There were a few tentative plans to meet up while I was in town, but nothing definite. And then, the week before my trip, my life went chaotic. While most of the issues had been sorted by the time I arrived in Cleveland, I was a basket case and there were still a few balls up in the air. Between that and the fact that logistics had never been finalized, I/we cancelled the meetup. It was an awkward time for all of us, and there’d be other chances, after all. At least, that’s what I told myself at the time.
Fast forward a couple years, to early 2012. For obvious reasons, the four of us started talking more in early march, and there was some tentative discussion of going to a Shoe Suede Blues show later in the year. Anissa was particularly enthusiastic. I didn’t commit one way or the other, as I was well into my Ph.D and didn’t know if more important things to my career would be going on.
On May 12, 2012, Anissa died in her sleep at the age of 36. As an occasionally wise man once said; “Boy, Dumbass me”.
Warning: Epically long post is epically long. (and was originally posted on my Tumblr)