90s alternative rock stuff
I fall in love with inanimate objects.
Tennis rackets, pens, sneakers, watches, bicycles, sunglasses, and so on. It’s not exactly unconditional love; my emotions can lead these objects to hang around past their expiration dates.
So consider this article a love letter, an amorous note to the stereos that helped me grow as a person and made my heart go pitter-patter. Because when it comes to 80s/90s stereo systems, I’m all in!
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How to pitch a TV show idea? I have no idea, but that didn’t stop me from trying.
I know we are not supposed to use words like “fail” since every misfire is a “learning opportunity,” but sometimes things don’t work out. And sometimes, euphemisms aren’t satisfying.
But every failure does let you know you tried. And trying shows you give a shit. So every now and then, I like to document some of my favorite failures. Each one, of course, redirects me to where I am supposed to be.
As I was nearing the end of my stint with VH1 on the satellite radio end of things, I realized I’d be foolish if I did not try to make my way from radio to TV. After all, I might never have the “inside track” again. So I pitched a couple of shows to a network executive. The concepts never went anywhere, but it recently occurred that, despite tremendous advances in digital recording, one concept, TOSS THE MIC, holds up almost 20 years later.
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They told me to be at the radio station by 4:30am, so there I was, alone, standing outside in the dark, staring up at the nondescript three-story building.
It was cold outside. Foggy. The office manager told me that someone would be there to meet me. I hadn’t yet earned access to the 4-digit security code that I’d soon learn was simply the building number.
As I awkwardly stood in front of the glass doors waiting for entry, a warbled voice shot out of the shadows.
“Muuurrrr-der-errrrrr.”
I jumped out of my skin.
MURDERER?
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My hands went numb. My body went cold. My breath turned shallow.
I was on the parkway, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. With nothing but a sea of red brake lights ahead, a single thought bounced around my brain: how could an ambulance possibly reach me?
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Texas forever.
I just finished watching Friday Night Lights for the third time over the past 10 years, and as a man in his mid-forties, I am perfectly comfortable admitting that it is still one of my favorite shows. FNL is most certainly NOT a show about football; the game is merely the tie that binds.
But I’d be lying if I didn’t find myself looking inward to figure out why the guy who grew up in New York City and never attended a single high school football game would be drawn to a show that covers themes like small-town America and sports rivalry high jinks. My hunch is that I hang around for the teenage romance and musical score, which sounds much creepier than intended.
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Damn you, Samantha.
I never trusted you, and I was right.
But logic has zero ability to defend itself against the deluge of hormones that release during your teenage years.
In particular, there’s that remarkable age range where getting fucked over is magnified by knowing you’re getting fucked over. Then you get “rewarded” with the double bonus of beating yourself up for walking right into the torture chamber.
The only song for me while Samantha held me in her web was “Self Esteem” by The Offspring.
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