Keep It Down Now

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The end of 8th grade couldn’t come fast enough. It did not end on a very good note. The girls were maturing far faster than I was. I was one of two kids who couldn’t go on the end of year school trip, for reasons I have still yet to know from my mom. I was a good student, taking advanced classes, staying out of trouble, but constantly being disallowed things going to concerts, sleepovers and spending 4 days with my friends away from my parents under chaperoned care. That June I needed to fall into the Summer and forget my feelings of loserdom. I just wanted hang out on the couch and watch MTV all day long, to only move when the ice cream man drove into our cul-de-sac. Those were days that Supertramp’s Cannonball seemed to be on every morning and I watch it feeling like that caveman searching for new life.

Then at the last minute, my mom decided that I needed to do something structured that Summer, so she offered to enroll me for a 3rd time in USDAN summer camp, an arts camp I had gone to in 82 & 83 (84 was spent helping my parents move their business and then visit family in Europe for 3 weeks) USDAN was a creative and performing arts center started by operatic singer Andrew McKinley in the late 60s. It was an outdoor camp with bungalows nestled in the woods of Long Island and you could learn any type of music, art, theatre and creative writing, It was only a ten minute drive from my house, although it attracted folks from all over the Island, New York, North Jersey even from Eastern Connecticut. Some famous alumni include Natalie Portman, Taylor Dayne and Mariah Carey, who easily could have been there when I was.

Unfortunately the enrollment period was over, so my only chance of getting in was to audition for a scholarship. All I remember was that I played something on the viola and sang something classical acapella. They let me in and I’m sure its because they felt sorry for me and I only say that because there was no way I practiced at all before that audition. And I was marginal on the viola. Still there I was starting another year of non-responsible fun. It would turn out to be my last.

The way USDAN is set up is that you take a major and a minor, sort of like college. One year I majored in Orchestra, which meant private viola lessons with a few kids and then a session of full orchestra. Then I could minor in Recreation, which I meant could just play tons of games for an hour or so a day. Because of this scholarship I had to Double Major in Chorus & Orchestra. There was also a session of pool time in their outdoor lap & diving pool. If you tested out of lessons, you could just hang out and play card games, which is where I learned War and Bullshit.

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In the middle of the day you had a lunch session and an amphitheater session where they have different scheduled performers each day. I almost always skipped that and regret I never took that more serious, as I probably missed lots of good shows. Then when the final session of the day wrapped there would be boxes of ice cream to hand to everyone. I made it my mission to figure out new ways to swipe a box Good Humor strawberry shortcakes off of those golf carts as they rolled by.

To my surprise a friend of mine from school, Edwin, was going to camp as well. Each morning I’d wait for his bus to pull up and we’d walk along with his cousin, Jimmy to our first session. Most days we’d meet up for lunch and then skip assembly by getting lost in the woods. And we talked about videos – how funny David Lee Roth was, was it cool to like Wham!?, and how weird and sad was that 19 song? [In retrospect, he wasn’t, it was and yes it still is.]

There was also was a new band from Boston called Til Tuesday, with a female lead singer (back then, still rare) who looked and sounded way cooler than me & Edwin would ever know. It takes me back to those early days of camp. as the air begins heating up and the sun dappling those those high treetops. To this day I am still an Aimee Mann fan, but as I think about Voices Carry today, I’m amazed that a song that seemed catchy and mysterious now sounds like prescient and disturbing.

 

Minimum Waste, Maximum Joy

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As the year moves into Fall, I’m reminded of the powerful hold that Summer memories have on me. Summer is like a rollercoaster – you stand in line eagerly awaiting the ride thinking about how awesome it will be. Then you get on and it’s more thrilling that you imagined, slowly taking you up, dropping you down twice as fact spinning you upside down, jerking you left then right. And when it’s over all you are thinking about is what just happened, wanting to do it again.

So let’s suppose that May is the wait in line and June, July & August are the ride. September is always the bittersweet month, the one we spend looking back on the Summer while some of that sweet music lingers in the air. The warmth now has a cooler breeze at night. Leaves are beginning to yellow. And those summer memories, permanently stored in the back of our mind, will be accessed occasionally by the songs that define them.

I’m going to open my vaults and talk about my Summer in 1985. I’m not sure if I regard it as my most special one, but I can remember a lot about it, mostly because of the music that was playing back then.

And so while I was counting down the last days of school, here was a song that I fascinated with along with the video. I brought this cool vibe with me that Summer to try and sand down or at least hide those awkward young teenage edges.