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In the Eighties, when I was a smart ass teen, my Mom told me that at her age (40's), you just don't have a blast anymore. "Oh, you can have a good time, but you just don't have a blast." I totally dismissed her, saying that if that were true it was her own damn fault. This upset her, but I wouldn't take it back. That argument has always bothered me, so last week I finally called to apologize. I said I got it now, and although I still have plenty of good times, "blasts", in the strictest teenage sense, might be over. My Mom graciously accepted my apology and we chuckled about the incident. Then, just before she hung up, she added that at 60 I could forget about even the good times. (Acrylic, oil, crayon on 22" x 24" board) |
Monday, April 11, 2011
Blast from the Past
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Reminds me of something Johnny Cougar used to say: "Ooh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone."
ReplyDeleteJohn Mellencamp = underrated.
Even after he thought the thrill was gone, John once got so jazzed about an emerging artist by the name of Prince Rogers Nelson he took a boom box on stage and played the audience "Little Red Corvette."
You can still have a thrill.
Imagine John Cougar as he holds a boom box over his head a la Lloyd Dobler and tries to convince a quiet and confused crowd at the Myriad in Oklahoma City of the genius that is Prince. Can't seem to wrap my brain around it.
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