The One Hundred

Welcome to a new feature here on The One Hundred: Phone calls with Jon. Self-explanatory, no?

Setup: I read online that Bruce Springsteen performed a few more of his albums in their entirety at some recent shows. The one that stuck out for me was “The River” which was the album Jon had chosen previously as the one he would like to see him perform. I felt this deserved a phone call.

Me: So I guess you weren’t at Madison Square Garden on Sunday.

Jon: Wh-what?

Me: Bruce had a concert. He did another one of his albums.

Jon: Was it “The Wild, The Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle”?

Me: Nope. It was–

Jon: The River.

Me: Yep. So I guess you weren’t there?

Jon: *sigh* No…

– some discussion regarding the merits of said album takes place here which leads to a startling admission –

Me: You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a whole Springsteen album all the way through.

Jon: *silence*

Me: I know, I know. You’re all “Why am I even talking to you?” Should I listen to that one? Would that be a good place to start?

Jon: It’s on Napster…

Me: I know and I think about it sometimes but then I’m like “nah”.

Jon: Don’t you remember when we were going to drive across country listening to Bruce the whole way?

Me: …um… no?

Jon: Maybe that was a dream.

Me: You know what we should do? We should drive across country but we don’t take any music and we only survive on the music found at the truck stops along the way. Although I think by the third stop we’d probably be ready to kill each other.

Jon: When we were coming back from Rio Vista we were driving down the 5 and we stopped at this little gas station in the middle of nowhere and you know what they had in there? Cassette tapes! And not only that but they had Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Liverpool”. On cassette! When did they stop making that? And it’s sitting there at this gas station –

Me: It was probably one of the original tapes from back then!

Jon: I mean who’s going to come to this little gas station off the 5 and buy this? Liverpool? It’s not even the good one!

Me: Did you buy it?

Jon: *pfft* No. … I already own it.

Music, Phone calls with Jon

*Blows some dust off the blog*

Huh. Still here. Cool.

*Blows more dust off*

Well, let’s get to it.

I don’t have a full post for you today (have to learn how to walk again before I can run), but here’s some random thoughts that I’ve chosen to post here instead of over on Twitter where I’ve been micro-blogging like a mad person (follow me, won’t you?) as 140 characters can only do so much.

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The above image is the fifth image that came up in a Google image search on the word “Random”. The first four images?

Partially naked fellow jumping in mid air in front of a car.
Multicolored abstract image.
Static.
Chuck Norris.

Now you know.

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I was walking around Target yesterday when I noticed that just about all of the Halloween stuff that was *just* there had been relegated to one aisle now. And Christmas was in the process of exploding all over the store. The Christmas music playing was soft enough to mildly enjoy but loud enough to not be ignored. In the instant that it all clicked – I became aware that I was torn. On one side I was elated and a little mushy (Christmas music does that to me) and on the other, I was *this* close to being horrified. I don’t think I’m quite ready for Christmas just yet — and that feels weird to me. I love it as a holiday and it definitely is something I look forward to, but I believe it has its time. I don’t want it quite so early. It just seems that we’re just barreling toward the end of a year that, to me, still feels like it just got here. “Don’t let the door hit you on your ass on the way out!”. That said, I’m looking forward to St. Noggington’s Day (more on that later) and repeated viewings of “A Christmas Story”.

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I don’t know if I’m going to get this next part out in quite the way I want to. I’ve been doing a lot of searching lately. I don’t know what it is I’m looking for, so as you might have guessed, that makes the finding a bit harder. It just feels like I need to look for something — like something’s missing. I hope I find it.

I also hope it’s chocolate covered.

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I’m at the beginnings of an Indian music kick. I blame this squarely on George Harrison and the movie “The Darjeeling Limited”. I should say that it’s not 100% traditional stuff — there’s clearly a western influence to the stuff I’m listening to. It’s indian in the sense of the vocals and musical instruments but there’s also a mix of electronica in there too. I dig it.

And, just because I like you, here’s a download link so you can journey with me — don’t worry, it’s free.

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“Well, she shouldn’t outweigh me. I also want her to be normal looking — no mutants.”

This was my answer to the question that started our attempt at a mature conversation in my sex ed. class: “What are you looking for in mate?”

I said it out loud.

I was in 10th grade.

In retrospect, I’m really embarrassed that I said that but that moment is crystalline in my mind — so much so that I vividly remember saying it as I sat in the back row of the class, I remember Coach Cato’s (yes, we had a football coach teaching that class — public education FTW!) reply/aside of “This is a mature conversation?” as well as his too tight blue collared shirt, I remember feeling flush because my attempt at humor was not called for, recognized, or funny. I desperately wish that I could go back and stop me from saying it.

I have lots of regrets like this.

I don’t think they bothered or were even noticed by anyone else but I can’t seem to let go of them.

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One word hints for future blog posts:

Evergreen, Superman, Mask, Jamz

Whatever