First post - January 7, 2009

A few recent events made me happy and nostalgic in the best possible ways so I am now entering the blog-o-sphere to tell you about them.

First an elementary school "friend" on facebook posted an old class picture. My classmates reminisced about our 6th grade teacher who was the greatest apparently. The only thing I remember was him dumping my desk over when I couldn't find an assignment much to the amusement of the whole class. Thanks for all the positive reinforcement buddy.

The facebook posts loving remembered lessons learned. THE ONLY FUCKING THING I LEARNED FROM THAT GUY WAS TO FLY AS FAR UNDER THE RADAR AS POSSIBLE. Despite my initial pissed off "fuck that shit" reaction, this reminded me in a very special way, that I never had my shit together and always had a hard time doing what I was told.

Some time shortly thereafter, Bryan was watching this on You Tube "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcL8IVRrk4c". Please watch it.

What do these have to do with each other? Probably nothing, Fenriz's bit is just super sweet in the cutest possible way. For some reason it reminded me of going home from school and listening to records and tapes which was certainly the best part of the day for me. Music always made everything better, even if only in my head for 3 1/2 minutes. It was totally amazing for my 12 year old self to listen to "evening star" by Judas Priest over and over again and watch the sunset over the love canal.

How did a little girl from who lived on a little island in the niagara river find herself listening to Judas Priest? Just like everything else, it was my brothers fault. My brother and I were little assholes who got picked on and picked back. I don't know how my brother started listening to metal but I'm thankful as nothing else would have provided such a good sound track for our maladjusted, cantankerous adolescence.

On Friday nights, we always tuned in for "the Metal Shop" on some rocknroll radio station in Buffalo. We had our shitty tape player ready and simultaneously listened to, recorded and wrote down all the songs and bands that played. Then we would scour the shit record store at the local mall for 45s and LPs (thats what we used to call 7" and 12"). Once, right after christmas, my family went out shopping so my brother and I could spend our christmas loot and return ill fitting clothes. We begged my parents to take us to the metal record store in the big city of Buffalo that was always advertised on the "metal shop". That was the first real record store I ever went to and I was totally overwhelmed. My poor parents cringed I'm sure as we flipped through all the records with vile covers but that was the best ever. I am pretty sure we left with what was the first motorhead record I ever saw, which in a six degrees of separation kind of way, led me to punk.

I decided to name my blog the first song that came up on my IPOD but "Remembering part 2" seemed a bit premature and "Gimmie Some Head" a bit misleading so I went with song #3 being "My Companion" by the shaggs, pretty apropos. Turns out the third time IS the charm. Even though my companion has taken many forms over the years, shitty little am/fm radio, boombox, walkman, discman and now IPOD, "no matter where I am or what I do, my companion is always there too".


Currently listening to: Saccharine Trust- Surviving You Always