Daily Archives: September 21, 2024

late / knotes

Late! I keep forgettin’! Here are some notes…

Friday evening: Tying up loose ends. The last time I saw Rand I gave him a handshake and I think he was expecting a hug since I gave his wife Lisa a hug. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

I intentionally did not give him a hug I was trying to be funny but it didn’t come off that way. So tonight I just saw Rand and I demanded that I give him a hug and I did just that.

I’ve known Rand over 40 years. Amazing! I DJ’d at his wedding to Lisa. That was a blast and a half. I think that was 30 years ago.

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This afternoon while bicycling:
Her: That’s a fun buzzer
Me: Yes and it sounds like you
Her: Like me?
Me: Yes. Annoying

Then she said something else and I didn’t quite hear cuz I was about 100 ft away. I regret it because she might have actually been thinking it was a fun buzzer and I turned it into something stupid.

I’m used to people being rude sometimes when I bike and I was defensively offensive.
No excuse!

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I guess summer is over now that all the stupid people are on the sidewalks in bike paths wearing their earbuds.

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A woman standing on the bike path at the corner of Marin and 18th in Newport.
I say to her “Darling, You’re standing in the bike path. That’s not a good place to be if you’re not on a bike ” A fellow bicycler chuckled when he heard me say that

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Pauls

Paul Hanley. I knew Paul Hanley in 1976-77. We were at school at Paramus Catholic, our freshman and sophomore years. We both enjoyed the Beatles. He gave me a copy of John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band. It was a trade but I don’t remember what I swapped. I think he lived in Hillsdale. I grew up in Lodi. Paramus Catholic is a regional high school so I never saw him or anyone else outside of school. Except for Kevin Wagner and that other guy, I mentioned a few weeks ago. Paul and I did go to Manhattan once to see the St Patrick’s Day. Alone, unsupervised. Nothing bad happened and it set the seed for a future endeavor. I never saw Paul again after 1977

Paul Rigby. I worked with Paul Rigby in Saddle Brook at HBJ. We were movie buddies a few times. I saw Flash Gordon and Tootsie with him. I’m pretty sure he was gay. He went to Boston University and talked a lot about a Boston band called Rat Race Choir, which I didn’t know then, but is a line from a Bob Dylan song.

Paul Balderas. A deep guy. I fancied him somewhat, one of a series of straight male friends that I crushed on, sometimes unknowingly. Paul went to school with Rand, Jane, and a few other people that I knew. We shared a chemical bond of what seemed to be MDMA. I thought of him as a Kerouac type of guy, though I’m not sure if he felt the same. He was quite good looking and he knew it but there was no conceit. Some other tales are best left unsaid.

I almost included Paul Wickliffe. I worked for Paul at Skyline Studios and the main memory was when I really heard Take Five by Dave Brubeck. I asked him about it and he was somewhat thrilled to have someone younger than him, a music aficionado asking about a piece of music that the must have loved passionately. But that was about all I had about that particular Paul.