At what point in life does one say, “to hell with it all” and start giving a crap about their appearance? Please cut those thick yellow toenails BEFORE they grow past the front edge of your sandals.
Music is something that most humans have experienced. Unless you’re deaf you have most likely heard music at some point in your life. I have always loved music. All kinds of music. Rock, pop, punk, classical, jazz, blues, mariachi, rock latino, baroque, international and on and on. When I was 4, there was a popular jazz song that was a hit. Anytime it came on the radio I would start dancing. I remember dancing to the song in a local department store. One day I got lost in the lady’s clothes racks. My mom knew of course what had happened and found me. The thing is, every time I hear that song I am brought back to that day over 40 years ago and I can feel myself dancing inside. I can see the glow of the fluorescent lights, the black industrial carpet with lines of purple woven throughout, and the smell of polyester pantsuits. This is the gift that music gives each and every one of us, vivid memories of a time in our past. Think about it, if I mention the song Don’t Look Back by Boston, you immediately know the song and probably can hear the intro with the electric guitar quietly coming in with that famous riff. When I hear the song it takes me back to a time I was the passenger in a 1971 powder blue VW Beetle that had been lowered. The interior was white. The guy driving was the German boyfriend of a a girl I knew in high school. We were leaving Mexico City for a weekend in Acapulco. It was Spring Break, 1979. This vision takes only a micro second to develop in my brain. I am able to relive the experience for a few seconds and then I’m back to reality.
Probably some 98% of us have a memory that Don’t Look Back taps into. Multiply that by the billions of people who have lived to experience the same song and the billions of experiences they relate to with the song. All because a band wrote certain words and music that became a hit at a certain time in the 70’s. Not only was this an American hit, but worldwide with people from different cultures experiencing something entirely different than you and I.
How do I connect the vastness of our universe to the empirical memories music harbors in our brain? It is the concept of our mutual individuality and the realization we are in fact not that different from each other. We may look different, act different and have different beliefs, but in reality we are all very much alike. And if we look back on this planet from billions of miles away, we are nothing but a blue dot in our own galaxy. We are all that blue dot with all the memories and life experiences all culminated in one spot in the universe. Music is one of the things that ties us together if even through our own memories. Therefore, the incredible autobiography that I write here is only a moment of collective experiences expressed by me, your writer. So, in the words of Sgt. Pepper, let me introduce to you. The one and only…
Before I can start writing my extraordinary biography that will wow and cow people, I need to write a few things that I believe will clarify some miss conceptions about me. Let’s start with the misconception that I may think anything I say is actually incredible. Look at this photo of our planet. It was taken in 1990 from Voyager 1, 3.1 billion miles away just before it left our galaxy.
It had just enough battery to turn it’s camera around and shoot this picture. The pale blue dot that appears in the ribbon of color on the right side of the photograph is our planet floating in the vast universe. Watch the video narrated by Carl Sagan. It puts perspective on how insignificant our place is on this earth and in this universe.
How does all this relate to my incredible biography you ask? There are billions of people who have lived and will live and are living on this planet. There are billions of galaxies and billions upon billions of seconds of time. I exist in this history but for a brief second. The experiences I’ve lived through are no more gander or important than billions of other experiences from the past, present or future. The life we live and the memories we connect to it exist in a small mass of grey material inside our head. And the crazy thing is this is the only thing that connects us with the vast universe before us. Without this grey matter, we do not exist. Therefore, the question I have tried to answer since I was 15 years old is, does the universe only exist in our head?
It was a cold, hard night, piece of steal reality. So I’m sitting here writing on my new MacBook Air. It’s an 11” screen which makes it very small, but very cool. That’s necessary when attempting to write an incredible biography. What would be cooler? Writing it on my old Royal typewriter that was my grandmother’s. She used it to write about the Gray Panthers during 1970’s. She was an advocate of senior rights before advocating for aging Americans was cool. I wish I had
known her as an adult but she died in 1979 when I was 16 living in Mexico. She ended up in a nursing home in an ironic twist of fait.
Back to my Mac. This is the machine I have chosen to write the incredible biography. Rather than write a book that will most likely never be published since everyone is writing a book now, I’ve decided to publish it online u
sing WordPress. I can’t say enough for WP. It is a wonderful piece of software that makes website design and publishing attainable for the masses. I’ve worked in the pass in web development and came to hate it. I loved the creative aspect of designing, but the marketing part was a headache. So I gave it up and have returned to my original frame of thinking that I believe to be more altruistic. I work for an electronics store loving every single moment I’m on the floor. I wouldn’t give up what I do and the place I am in life for any amount of money. People may think I’m insane but it’s true. I work daily with people who make millions of dollars and are not much older than I am. But the stress they have won’t equal any amount of happiness I have.