Backward

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Today is National Backward Day and I do not know about you but ever since I was a middle school child, there were moments when I smelled bacon coming from the kitchen but instead of the day being five hours old, it was seventeen, so I shrugged my shoulders while assuming it was seasoning for the ham that mom was preparing. “Everyone, dinner is ready.” Trying to tear ourselves away from the game had always been difficult but mom was adept at timing, so there were only about thirty seconds before halftime. Arriving at the table, to my shock I see two yellow eyes and a smile disguised as a piece of bacon right underneath, along with the thin pieces of “Arnold’s” bread (we had finally graduated from “Wonder”) looking like the eyebrow’s over the eggs. “I did not feel like cooking the usual Sunday meal, so today it is breakfast for dinner.” These infrequent occasions continued over the years and my bride has continued this “tradition,” especially when, also on those rare junctures, the hardest decision of the day, sometimes is deciding on “what’s for dinner.”

If I may, I will take some liberties here and travel “backwards” in time to depict a typical day in the life as a teenager growing up in Brooklyn with imagination sprinkled in with reality. As the entire Madison Square Garden basically became part of England as the traditional “God Save the Queen” was being played by the legendary Freddie Mercury and Queen, the brethren were swaying arm in arm, basking in delight, while the sweat dripped into everyone’s eyes as we said goodnight but did not know that this would become the last U.S. tour on that summer night in July 1982. The encores included one of their beloved tunes, “Another One Bites the Dust,” despite its “disco” sound that had become an instant classic just two years prior when “The Game” was released. Yes, of course, the dynamic duo powerhouse of “We Will Rock You” and “We Are the Champions” was played to perfection as eighteen thousand fans were singing “word-for-word” as I wondered how anything could ever top this moment in my concert history.

Prior to the encores, one of my dreams came true as I was able to see them perform “Fat Bottom Girls” as I have always thought the backing vocals are the best to ever have been recorded in a song and who doesn’t love the obligatory “hand claps.” In addition, how can one live without the “Elvis-like” “Crazy Thing Called Love” and one of the ultimate Queen songs closed out the show with the epic “Tie Your Mother Down.” As the bright lights shone back onto the crowd, one had never seen a happier audience as we were all under the control of arguably the greatest frontman there ever was.

The opener for this incredible evening was none other than Billy Squier, who days earlier had just issued his third studio album- “Emotions in Motion”- after the “life changing” body of work “Don’t Say No,” which had been released just a little more than the year before, which had gifted us with more great songs from this man who had way more than “fifteen minutes of fame.” His set ended with the energetic “Whadda You Want from Me,” of which earlier in the day was blasting out my bedroom windows after I picked up the speakers to place them where the surrounding neighbors could enjoy as well. “Lonely is the Night” was the first song on this magical night as the majority of the attendees were air-guitaring their way into oblivion. There were not too many empty seats for this opener as Billy’s band was tight as well as pounding. The congregation recognized this tune as one of his best despite not being included by the record executives on one of his earlier “greatest hits” compilations.

“Where are you going tonight? Just because it is the summer doesn’t mean you do not have a curfew?” Trying to convince mom that I was going to be safe even though I was headed to that “far away” land, also known as Manhattan or New York City, was always a tough sale. To be fair, the landscape back in 1982 was far different than it is today where let’s just say Midtown had “variety shows” but none that included Mickey or Minnie and the bright lights were sparse, which made it an adventure navigating past all the characters in the street. Back then if you called on Spiderman to help, he was not hanging out on the corner of “forty-second street.”  “Mom, I will be fine. Ronnie, Brian, and I are going to see Queen at Madison Square Garden. Ronnie’s older brother, Richie, will be driving us in his van.” (Now the story is correct, whew).

Right before I left the apartment to head to Brighton Beach with Johnny, Vinny, and Tommy, I had to ensure that my brother was in the shower before I raided his closet because his selection of garments gradually caught my eye to the point where swiping became another form of competition for me. I knew that my regular “rock T-shirt” would suffice for the concert later on in the evening, so a quick pull of one of his “netted” (think the net that swoops and catches lobsters) shirts from the bottom of his drawer (his new hiding spot) depicting my “outie” belly button was the preferred beach-ware on this particular day. (Remember when I was a teenager, walking around without a shirt or “cut-offs” was allowed as the belly roll had not formed just yet). 

After the game, Johnny and I tell the other guys that we are walking the boardwalk towards Nathan’s in Coney Island as we did not buy the usual sandwich at Brighton. Making our way past the assorted options, the fries at Nathan’s are a must but the “main course” was still undecided, while the store owners are yelling out their options to entice us to purchase from their establishment. Frustrated by our scorn, this one guy screams out “Hey Chubby, how about a diet coke?” Falling to the ground because I could not breathe, Johnny is scolding me to arise because “everyone will know that it’s me that he is talking to.” (Years later we walked by, and the same gentleman stated “Hey, Chubby you should have had that diet coke”). But Johnny is getting the last laugh now as the weight is falling off.

Arriving at Brighton, four guys approach us to play a game of two-hand touch football and since it is the summer, the decision to head in the direction of the boardwalk is made by all to avoid running into people. The dry sand will inhibit our ability because if you have ever worked out on a beach (thanks Cleon!) you know how hard it is to accelerate. As the ball is flying through the air during the “kickoff,” I can see two of them on the outside and they are remaining in their lane. I look over at Tommy and give him a nod of my head while purposely allowing the other team to witness the non-verbal communication. All I needed was the left outside guy “to bite” and as Tommy ran behind me, the other person made the mistake of running towards the middle. Pulling the ball away from Tommy as he really thought I was going to hand it back to him, I tried to cover as much of the ball as I could and in that slight instant, the other team tried to stop and change course, but it was too late. That slight move towards the center was all I needed as one could see the remnants of the sand being thrust in the air by my fast-moving feet while I easily beat them to the goal line.

Before heading to the beach, I came home from my job as a solicitor of the local daily newspapers that have been around since I was a child to a list of grocery items that were strategically left on the kitchen table next to the plate of Norwegian pancakes, which was tightly wrapped in plastic food wrap. Of course, mom had left the house with my youngest brother to also run errands knowing that I would have no other choice but to complete the trip to the supermarket, without hearing the same complaints that it was disrupting the daily trip to Coney Island. She knew that by the time I came back from the beach that I would be too excited to see Queen later on that evening to squawk about running up and down the aisles to cross out each item on the list. What I would give to go back to those moments.

The week days of the summer of 1982 started off the same way as I left the apartment over the “Y&S” store each morning in the dark to meet Ron, his dogs, and the rest of the crew at the fifth hour on the corner of “46^th and seventh.” Loading the NY Daily News and the NY Post into the back of his truck as each bundle was passed through to each guy on the assembly line as the last person was responsible for expertly packing it comfortably because more room was needed for the editions that were not our property but that of other store owners who had the unfortunate luck of not being there when the actual trucks of those newspapers dropped them in front of their place of business. Ron, the original GPS, knew the exact times of the drop-offs in a “risky” neighborhood and had the boys jump off his truck to throw the new bundles to one of our guys as I sat with the dogs, as Ron knew I would not participate in the thievery.

My hawking place of business was the “circle” at Grand Army Plaza, where the slightest “fender-bender” could back up traffic for miles and that was my daily wish, but never for anyone to be injured- just enough to where the worst thing I had to worry about was the exhaust from all the idling vehicles. And then it would happen, I would hear a screech, followed by a loud “boom.” When the backlog would build, I immediately ran to the huge pile and carried it with two hands instead of using the sling that could hold up to twenty-to-thirty papers. Using my chin to balance the load, I would direct the drivers to throw the quarters into the open pouch that surrounded my shorts as the sales would skyrocket to the point where I would sell-out like the Mighty Led Zep at MSG and then go sit back down near the water fountain to see if Ron came back with more. “How long have you been waiting?” About fifteen minutes I replied as Ron quickly dropped four more bundles (about fifty in each) knowing that there was still a chance that I could get rid of them all, despite Ron being stuck in the same traffic jam to get to me.

As I am selling to the cars, trucks, and buses, the traffic eases as the “speeders” create the “Frogger” game for me as it almost became a Summer Olympic event because I had to side-step these vehicles just to cross from one side of the street to the other as the light changed colors. For those outside of New York, the “yellow” or “amber” coloring actually means to speed up instead of slowing down because just like early “Dice-Clay” would say- “Hey, Joey I think he is going to try and make it, let’s leave him blanking legless.” Jumping to the curve, all of a sudden, I see Eddie running towards me with this look of exasperation. Knowing that his spot was near Atlantic Avenue, I knew something was wrong as he screams out to me that he was robbed at knife-point as all of his papers were stolen. Realizing that those guys did not follow him, Eddie picks up from the pile that I had next to the fountain and heads around the opposite side of the circle where traffic is heading towards Eastern Parkway as we easily extinguish all the papers that I was allotted, knowing that it would be a “wash” for Ron because as they say, “what goes around, comes around.”

If I did my job correctly you should realize that I went backward to depict a day in my life as a teenager in Sunset Park, Brooklyn during the early 1980’s. You all know that I love to travel backward in time to reminisce about what I have always considered “the glory days.” Today’s setlist will contain songs that contain the word “back” in the title or better yet, tunes that take me back to those wonderful days. (Enjoy!)

1— “On My Way Back Home” by Band of Horses— Love this band. Recently, I have been reminiscing about when the boys were younger and just the other day when I walked down the driveway to retrieve the mail, I could see us playing a game of wiffle ball on the cul-de-sac as our neighbors, Jeff, and Debbie, would watch us play. I think they would get a kick out of our competition, even though we were hitting the ball on to their lawn as we tried softly to retrieve it. Our oldest will be visiting us from Portland in February and to say I am excited is an understatement because in my mind, he is on his way back home. I can still picture his Honda Civic slowly driving away on that fateful day in Rocktober. Since we are now empty nesters, I have been utilizing their bathroom to ensure that we keep the water running through the pipes and I can imagine them looking out the window seeing the forest along with the large body of water as I wonder if that image stays with them as they think about home. One can tell that I love to go backward.

2— “Back to You (MTV Unplugged Version)” by Bryan Adams— In my opinion, Bryan is like “grandma or apple pie” because whenever you need something that fills your heart, his music is there just like the best “comfort food” that you need because the “daily stuff” gets to be too much. The first concert I ever took my oldest to was Bryan at the Beacon Theater. Boy, do I love to go backward in time and look over at him while he was barely into his teenage years as his smile told the story. This version of the song is SO GOOD! Let it take you back in time.

3— “I Wanna Go Back”—by Eddie Money– Boy, do I miss Eddie. His passing in September 2019 was extremely sad and if there is one song that hits hard, it is this one because I wanna go back to when he was at the top of the world. “I wanna go back and do it all over… but I can’t go back I know.” How many times do I sit and wish that I could go back, not forever, but for moments where I could see the memories first hand. Isn’t it amazing after someone passes, the amount of praise that is heaped upon that person comes from places you never thought? I was beyond flabbergasted when I saw James Hetfield perform one of Eddie’s songs at a special concert celebrating Eddie’s catalog. It touched my heart in ways you will never know. Whenever I hear Eddie’s tunes, I am back in Sunset Park on the corner of 48^th street, in front of “Izzie’s” wasting my life away, but I would not have it any other way. Miss you Eddie!

4— “Back Where You Belong”—by Foreigner-Dare I say this one song gets Foreigner into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the lead singer for this is none other than the lead guitarist, Mick Jones. As I listen in 2024, the tune gets better like the finest wine. This brings me back to the hardwood floor in my rectangular bedroom as I laid with the pillow wrapped around my head with the volume as loud as I could take it. Less than a year after this album (“Double Vision”) was released, we welcomed a new baby into the picture as my world was forever changed with the birth of my younger brother. Mom could now concentrate on her new life, dad still had his “Vega,” and our dog, Heidi, was still in her prime. I was still delivering papers but just two years later would be stationed on the streets of Brooklyn, learning life that no classroom could ever teach.

5— “Come Back”— by The J. Geils Band- When “Love Stinks” was released in June 1980, I was beyond obsessed with this album and especially this track. When the drums and beat kicks into high gear at the 2:35 mark, I am back on Eighth Avenue as a fifteen-year-old, proud as a peacock because I was able to push Graig around in a compact stroller and he attracted a lot of attention, which I did not mind at all. I will never forget when I heard this song being played in the Adam Sandler movie, “Grown Ups,” as I thought only nine other people knew about this song. I also love “No Anchovies Please” which ends side one on this classic album. I am back in time when The J. Geils Band ruled the world.

6— “I Don’t Want to Be Alone”- by Billy Joel–First song on side two of the only Billy Joel album that I purchased- “Glass Houses”- when it was released in March 1980. I had just turned fifteen and my “home away from home” was the Pershing school yard. Around this time is when we all met the 48^th street crew, which was led by Joe, the future school teacher who had muscles on top of his muscles and was one of the nicest guys’ you could ever encounter. For some reason, when I hear this song, I am on the 49^th street side playing handball against Cathy. Could be my most favorite Billy Joel song.

7— “Rock It (Prime Jive)”- by Queen–Talk about an album that changed my life- “The Game” – was also issued in 1980 (June) as I would stay inside my bedroom to listen to each and every song on both sides. Again, this is the first song on side two with Roger managing the lead vocals, Freddie does start it off. Brian has sent me the link to this song, and I finally have the story straight- we were both at MSG to see Queen, along with Slats. “… What do you do… to get to feel alive… you go downtown… and get some of that prime jive… I said mama… I ain’t crazy, I’m alright… alright… come on baby said its alright… to rock and roll on a Saturday night…” And when Brian takes off on the guitar, I am over the moon. “WE WANT SOME PRIME JIVE… WE WANT SOME PRIME JIVE…” Crank this one way up. Wish I could go back to that legendary night. “Get down!”

8— “If This Is It”- by Huey Lewis & The News–What would the 1980’s be without Huey Lewis? I just read an article where he was interviewed, and he had to explain that his band was not a pop unit but rather an act that was built on rock, blues, and jazz but was able to become popular based on songs he crafted that appealed to a larger audience. I totally understand what he means. Anyway, it seemed that each year there was another big song that was released that skyrocketed the band to the top. Ronnie and I went to see them at a sold-out show at Madison Square Garden.  This has always been one of my favorites by Mr. Lewis. “… If this is it… please let me know… If this ain’t love… you’d better let me go… If this is it… I want to know… if this ain’t love baby… just say so…”

9— “Abacab”- by Genesis – Each time I hear this track, I am in the front seat where a former mentor, “Mikey,” drove me home on a late Saturday afternoon after working the full day at Omaha. My uncle typically dropped me off but on this one day, Mike informed John that he could take me home. I remember driving up “54^th street” from fourth avenue as Phil Collin’s drumming was blasting out his window, after I asked him to crank it up. He had no idea who the song was by and at the time I thought it was one of the coolest rock songs on the radio. For those out there who think that Phil Collins is a “Disney” guy only, think again. He has to be considered one of the greatest drummers, as one of the best vocalists in our lifetime. Believe it or not, Phil played percussion on George Harrison’s masterpiece “All Things Must Pass” triple album but back then, crediting other artist’s was not allowed.

10— “Freedom at Point Zero”- by Jefferson Starship –Mom always said that I looked like the boy on the cover of this extremely underrated album of the same title. The Airplane had turned into the Starship and this version added Mickey Thomas to the mix, although one of the original’s, Paul Kanter, sang lead for this great song, although one can hear Mickey in the background. I remember during Mr. Goldberg’s music class, I used to bring in the “rock” albums, while I battled Loida and her disco bodies of work. Of course, I brought this classic to the class and would love to go backward for one day.

11— “Addicted to Love”- by Robert Palmer– Talk about owning the 1980’s- was there a bigger artist than the late, great Robert Palmer. Famously known for crafting the best videos later on in the decade, especially for this song. How can anyone not like this tune? “The lights are on… but you’re not home… your mind is not your own….  Your heart sweats… your body shakes… another kiss is what it takes…” And what about air-guitaring? Wow. I can see (and hear) an argument that this was the biggest song of the 1980’s? What do you think?

12— “Back in Black”- by AC/DC-Sometimes in life it is hard to move on and after Bon Scott passed away in February 1980, the band thought about hanging it up. But then Mr. Brian Johnson pumped new life into this incredible Australian unit that sent them to the stardom, where nothing could stand in their way. Folks, for those “of age” they know how incredible this time period was because of this iconic album and each time I hear this song I am back in the school yard with the professors of rock, getting the best education from a boom box. “Back in Black” is arguably the greatest album in the history of music. Pound for pound, there are very few like it.  

13— “I Need You”- by Billy Squier-Folks, I wish I could make the younger generation understand how big Billy Squier was during the years from 1981 through 1987. It amazes me that most people on the planet scratch their head and ask, “who is Billy Squier?” Actually, it hurts. My favorite part of this song occurs at the 2:19 mark when Billy exclaims the following- “well I forget all my sorrows, I forget all my pain… I relinquish my doubts, at the sound of your name… I can feel your desire when I walk through that door… I believe in the power that can even the score…” I wish I could go back in time with all of you who do not know who Billy is and walk the streets of Sunset Park in 1982, where every car passing by had his music blasting through the speakers.

14— “Back Off Boogaloo”- by Ringo Starr-Sometimes you may forget what Ringo Starr has meant to the world of music as he seems to walk in the shadows of the other three Beatles, despite him being the oldest brother. But once you seriously go through his solo catalog you realize that he crafted so many great songs. From what I can tell, he is one of the nicest people to have ever walked this planet and he just continues to have fun.  

15— “I Want You Back”- by Jackson 5– I know I say it all the time, but this song could be considered one of the best ever, no? Not only is Michael the rising star but the bass guitar playing is absolutely stupendous. And I am not a “trained ear,” but it is impossible not to follow along with the thumping bass lines. I wish I could dance because this is the song that I would pick to do a solo on the stage at Madison Square Garden. Boy, do I wish I could have seen the Jackson 5 in concert. I would go back for that.

16— “Working My Way Back to You”- by The Four Seasons-Believe it or not, Frankie and the boys are still touring. They will bring their “last encores” to Radio City Music Hall on Friday March 22^nd. Mr. Valli is the only original surviving member, but you know they will still bring down the house with songs like these.  There is something so special associated with their “sound” as the harmonizations have to be considered as one of the best ever. These short tunes pack a powerful punch, and it is impossible to not sing along with Frankie. And what about the musicianship in the background? Absolutely flawless.    

17— “There’s a Kind of Hush”- by Herman’s Hermits-Over the past month, my friend Mike has sent the link to this song when they appeared on the Ed Sullivan show and everything about it just brings you back. He claims that I look like Peter, but I do not see it. Anyway, how great was this unit? Their songs are beyond addictive. I can listen to this tune all day long. If you search for the video, you can tell why “people of age” want to go back to the way things used to be.

18— “Why” by Frankie Avalon– Obviously, I am too young to recognize how popular Mr. Avalon was back in his heyday but I did get a taste of it when “Grease” was released in 1978. This American heartthrob is still with us, and I remember this tune from “a long time ago.” Frankie has worked with so many people, including Bob Hope- for those who are too young to remember Mr. Hope, he was everything. Anyway, Frankie has a deep catalog, go explore.

19— “The Happiest Girl in the Whole U.S.A.” by Donna Fargo– Thanks to my brother Rich who sent me the link to this song about two weeks ago and I knew at some point it was going to make a setlist. And here it is, going back to mom sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee while serenading the rest of us as she drifted off into another world. There was an infamous Country radio station on the AM dial that mom played incessantly as we received her half of the education of music.

20— “Two People in the World” by Little Anthony & the Imperials– These last songs are dedicated to mom and dad as there are moments where I would love to go back to that apartment on 53^rd street on a Sunday morning to listen to their music. Those instances were exceedingly special, and the memories come roaring back.

21— “I’m Leaving It Up to You” by Dale & Grace– I remember when I was a kid when we watched the “Donny & Marie” variety hour show and they used to perform this classic, but I had to put the version that I would hear around the house. I had forgotten about this tune and during my search for “oldies” this came to the forefront as again I can picture mom singing this with such a zest.

22— “You’re in My Heart” by Rod Stewart– Whenever I put on “Foot Loose & Fancy Free” by Rod Stewart, the first person that comes to mind is my mother and oh boy, with this “sad sound” the tears have come out of nowhere because she will always be in my heart and my soul. There was never one time where she would tell me to close the door whenever I put on either side to this unknown classic album. For those who do not know by now, this tune is about his favorite football (soccer) team, Celtic United. The musicians that Rod had played on this album is staggering and included Carmine Appice, Phil Chen, and David Foster (yes, that guy). Anyway, I love this song in so many ways because it is about sports and that is what I lived for when I was growing up. Mom was also the athlete, as well as the glue to our family and boy do I wish I could go backward to spend one more day. Have fun with National Backward Day!

LAUGH

The gift of laughter is something that I believe prolongs our expectancy because once that moment where “blissful ignorance” disappears due to the on-coming train, also known as “life,” stops at your station, whether you want to board or not, difficulties seep in and our ability to navigate through the “pitfalls” can often depend on the consistent influx of hilarity. There are instances where we wish for the reversion to when our parents’ fierce protection allowed for our adeptness at smelling the roses without ever realizing the thorns could bruise. But reality does not allow, hence merriment, however achieved, can assist, and hopefully replace the daily challenges because if you do not know by now, life is short.

If there is something that I am certain of, is that if you asked my bride for one of the traits, (hopefully this is plural) that she loves best about me, it would be that I keep her laughing. My strongest asset has always been self-deprecation, which I inherited from my mother, because she lived life to the “funniest” despite having a debilitating illness that never took a day off. If there is one thing that I can remember while growing up is that if anyone needed a lift, Jane was there to provide the comic relief.

In one of the fondest memories, we all were sitting around the television watching a “VCR Tape” (for those “of age” you know what this is) of “The Best of Eddie Murphy on Saturday Night Live,” and in one of the most infamous skits, there is a “Special Bulletin.” As the screen flashed to Joe Piscopo portraying Ted Koppel, he says, “we have just received word that Buckwheat has been shot,” and I believe my mother did not hear “Buckwheat” because she turned to all of us and hysterically asked us “they are able to break through a VCR tape like that?” She thought it was a real story. As we all fell over laughing uncontrollably, the skit took actual footage from the assassination attempt on the late President Ronald Reagan, which kept her staring into the screen as if the show were actually being interrupted by this “Emergency Broadcast.” We hit the” stop” button on the VCR as well as the eject to verify that it was just a skit. Of course, when we returned to the parody, SNL had actually continued the satire into a second weekend with another bulletin that depicted Buckwheat’s killer being shot while being brought to jail (Lee Harvey Oswald) as mom continued to be baffled. Still to this day, we double over with laughter.

Fast forward to when my children were in their teenage years and thanks to the Fagan’s, who taught us this “family game,” whenever attending a restaurant. The object of the amusement is to utilize the “selected” word that the “committee” decides, in a sentence to the waiter or waitress. The “designated” person is often either “the last person standing” or “the least scared.” (Typically, it is the “dad”). Now, of course, you know the word that is decided upon is not going to be one that is used on an everyday basis. Once the waiter comes to take the main order, the game begins. So, here we are at the “Outback Steakhouse” in Danbury and as usual the place is jammed packed. Naturally, I am the chosen one and the description that I need to utilize in a sentence to the waiter is “dragon.” If you are familiar with this establishment, all the servers typically kneel on their right knee as their arm is resting on the table to write down each order and the customer is unusually looking “down under” instead of tilting the eyes northbound like in every other restaurant. The gentleman begins with my wife and goes clockwise, which means I am the last to request what I would like for dinner. The pressure can be overwhelming because it is meant to be difficult and after he asks how I would like my steak cooked; I convincingly inform him that I would like it “dragon flamed medium well.” He quickly retorts in a bit of disgust- “did you just say dragon?”  Well, all three of my family bailed as they all looked away while trying not to laugh as I said, “yes that is right, dragon flamed medium well.” Depicting constraint as each public server does (or should perform), he slowly stood up and walked away without talking to anyone of us, the rest of our visit. Once out of sight, my bride and boys burst out with a howl that could be heard by the surrounding tables.

The game was played on another night, this time closer to the Danbury Mall, at the “Olive Garden” and it included another participant, a friend of my youngest. My bride always says that whenever I have an audience, I like to “show off.” Maybe she is right, but I had to perform this pastime because I had an extremely shy person at the table, who was not used to my zaniness. The word chosen for the competition was “pogo stick” (technically two words but I allowed it). For some reason, I knew immediately what I was going to say to the waitress when she came by to take our order. I purposely stated that I was going to be the last person and to start with my bride, followed by Suzy, then the boys. My assumption is that most of these places are arranged the same and on a Saturday night, this Garden was crowded to say the least, with a waiting line out the door. As she had her pen and pad, I said the following- “wow, it is really busy here tonight with such limited spacing, I think you would be better off using a pogo stick to get around to take the orders.” She seemed to buy it as she gently agreed as I gave her all the menus. After the waitress left, Suzy shook her head in disbelief as the entire table enjoyed a belly laugh.

Speaking of “The Fagan’s,” I have come to experience what they (and myself) find funny has yielded looks of concern or people turning their head in disbelief or maybe disgust when I have recited events of the past. I know I have mentioned before but one of the funniest moments that I witnessed was when Porgie replaced the cheese on a cracker for his dad with a white piece of “Play-Doh.” As his dad started to chew, one could see his face squirm as he slowly spit out pieces while informing his wife that he thought the cheese went bad. I could not breathe. Another time, while we were all sitting around the table in Pennsylvania, Porgie snuck under the table, untied his dad’s shoes, and then tied the laces around the stems of the chair. After exiting the front door, he waits about five minutes and comes flying into the house while screaming “BEAR!!” Mr. Fagan immediately jumps up to start to run and just as quickly ends up on the floor with the chair crashing down on his chest and face. After realizing he was okay, I ran out the door and fell to the ground laughing uncontrollably.

But this one time (hopefully this “goes over well”), I believe it was my bachelor party and as usual Richie was driving. Since I was “the man of the hour” I sat in the front seat. As we were getting into the van, Porgie grabbed the fire extinguisher and waits for his brothers to enter the back. Once they were all in, he slides the door open, stands back, takes aim, and begins to spread the white foam all over everyone in the back of the van. Richie assists by moving the vehicle ahead as the screaming continues as I am doubled over in the front seat. Robert enters the van after some convincing that it was over and then his brothers hold him down, stripping him down to his birthday suit. And just like getting kicked out of a crowded pub for being unruly, Porgie is discarded into the night. Richie quickly takes off down to the next avenue as we slowly revolve around the same block about three times as Robert tried to chase down the van each time begging to be let back in, but to no avail. As we slowly are making our way down the block, out of nowhere Robert jumps right in front of Richie as he slams on the brakes, while the sliding door rings open to allow him back on the island.  

As you all know by now, the autumn’s here in New England are long (as are the winters) and if your home is surrounded by oak trees, well let’s just say the new flock of leaves begin to grow as the last one falls to the ground. Once September begins, the marathon gets underway to keep the property clear from these falling creatures as my OCD usually kicks into over drive with the absolute determination to rid the surrounding lawns of any critters. The annual goal is to sit at the dinner table on Thanksgiving and look at the backyard without seeing anything on the grass. If not achieved, I will slide the door open, walk down the deck and pick the one leaf off the ground to discard it over the fence so that it can be the property of the forest behind us.

Last month as I was watching “PTI” I saw this one leaf swaying “back and forth” extremely slowly by the window. I jumped up to view it as it safely landed on my car windshield. When my bride and I sat down for dinner, I casually mentioned to her that I saw this one leaf falling by the window basically sticking its middle finger at me, while saying “you did not catch me.” My wife began to laugh uncontrollably as she dropped her fork while almost choking. Her infectious laugh made me hysterical as we cackled until there were tears coming out of our eyes. “You always make me laugh.”

In honor of today being “Global Belly Laugh Day” the setlist will consist of songs that have “laugh” in the title or reminds me of a time when I enjoyed a belly laugh, or I will give you the reason for the inclusion. (Enjoy!)

1— “Patience” by Guns & Roses— As soon as I hear Axl’s whistling I am back at North Lake in the summer of 1990 as Ronnie took Johnny and me camping one weekend in August. I laughed the entire three days because of the “back and forth” between Johnny and Ronnie. After cleaning just, a fork with a brand-new Brillo pad, Johnny discarded it to the trash as I thought Ronnie’s eyes were going to pop out of his head. “John, we have had the same Brillo pad in our house for the past decade and you throw out one after cleaning a fork, are you insane?!” But the icing on the cake was that Johnny was beyond obsessed with this song (remember, he was the “disco” guy) and loved the whistle part. He kept playing my tape over and over but just this tune. I believe it was about the twentieth time, Ronnie jumped up with this look in his eyes like he wanted vengeance and ripped the cassette out of the boom box while informing us to not play it for the rest of the time we were there. I’m still laughing now.

2— “Stairway to Heaven (Live)” by The Mighty Led Zeppelin— “Does anybody remember laughter?” I know that I have broken my own rule of trying not to regurgitate the same “ten classic rock songs” that most never want to hear again but I will make an exception for the live version because I remember how everyone in the school yard knew exactly when to mimic the grand entrance of Mr. Bonham’s drumming as well as the infamous quote made by Mr. Plant at the 4:16 mark.  Oh my, when you view the video to this song it reminds us all of the dominance that this band encapsulated and also makes us realize that it will never be replicated. ‘Nuff said. (By the way, this was recorded at MSG in 1973)

3— “God’s Got It”—by The Black Crowes– This song will forever remind me of my youngest because at the time, he was still under my influence of music because of my obsession with “Warpaint” which was released in 2007. To my utter surprise and shock, he told me to put this on really loud, so, of course, I obliged. All of a sudden, he is lip synchronizing to every word that Chris is singing as I completely fell over laughing and when he air-guitared along perfectly to Rich, it was a moment where I was over the moon. He was totally engulfed by the song, and it is a memory that I will have for the rest of my life. The brother’s are touring again as well as releasing a new album. I am kind of bummed about the whole situation with them firing the original musicians but hopefully I can let it go and go back out to see them again.

4— “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da”—by The Beatles-Paying homage to mom, this was one of her favorite Beatles song and the main reasons occur at the 1:38 and 2:23 marks when Paul sings “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.” My dad was reminiscing about her and no matter how many times you asked her to not put on the radio until at least “six A.M.” because he had worked a late shift, but without fail at four and a half hours into the day, you were bound to hear Lee Harris say the infamous line “WINS news time…” Too funny.

5— “Angel”— by Madonna- Somehow, I had to find a song for this list and Madonna’s laughing at the beginning (as well as the middle) of the tune “checks the box” in my view. Folks, I attended her show at MSG this past Monday and I know that she now has a federal lawsuit against her for “showing up” late at the Barclay’s Center last month. At first, I even had a “cut-off” because the time on the ticket stated 8:30 p.m. start. What is not mentioned, is just like every other Icon that takes the stage at her second home (she actually lived across the street from the Garden upon her arrival to New York from Michigan in the late 1970’s), there is an opener. So, she is not expected to begin the concert at 8:30. My surprise was how long this DJ, who was playing “house music” inside a large arena (did not make any sense to me) and he played for over an hour, which is highly unusual. (Openers typically are allotted thirty minutes, maybe forty-five at most). The show started fifteen minutes after that “noise” ended and folks, I am here to say that Madonna “killed it” as I have never witnessed such a spectacle in my five-decade concert going career. Naturally, there were plenty of “Mature Ratings” needed for what was being said as well as performed on stage. The preparation and detail that must have gone into this forty-year celebration is extremely impressive. Oh, by the way, she can still sing. Total thumbs up!

6— “Am I Going Insane”- by Black Sabbath–Ozzy’s infamous laughing at the end of the tune is the reason this lands on the list, it is kind of eerie, I admit and in no way would I ever belittle clinical depression. This is one of the stalwarts from the unheralded “Sabotage,” whereby the band believed that they were being ripped off by their record company and their sixth studio effort is highlighted by the angrier, heavier sound. Sadly, it was just announced that Ozzy will perform two last concerts and they will be in his hometown of Birmingham. No specific dates just yet. I cannot even put into words his impact to my world and the universe. Just staggering.

7— “Laughing Man (In the Devil Mask)”- by Tony Iommi feat. Henry Rollins–What happens when you mix Iommi’s riffs with Henry’s rants? This is pure gold folks for the heavy metal fan. Keeping it heavy since I just had a Sabbath tune.  There is absolutely no other way to listen to this song but with the volume as loud as you can handle. (Sorry folks, Spotify does not have this song)

8— “How Will I Laugh Tomorrow”- by Suicidal Tendencies–The fear is no more, remember when I was following The Cars and Foreigner back in the day, the school yard boys were knee deep into this band. Might as well keep the metal churning as the head banging is now in full gear. Evaluate the waters with this tune and let me know what you think.  

9— “Who’s Laughing Now”- by Jesse J –Totally shifting gears- Call it a guilty pleasure but this up-tempo pop and hip-hop tune gets me each time as it conjures up images of the Spice girls, for me anyway. This is a song of resolve as Jessie clearly showed her bullies who is laughing now. Congrats Jessie! Love the video to this track.

10— “Between a Laugh and a Tear”- by John Mellencamp –It really is amazing when one goes back and listens to Mellencamp when he ruled the world during the 1980’s. There is a reason why he ruled the world, and the “Scarecrow” album is Exhibit A. I laugh hysterically at my bride’s reaction to John’s more recent catalog as she wonders where the Mellencamp that she loved has gone. I tell her that he is still there but is showcased only when John feels like he wants to go there. I am here to tell John (I know, the gall I have) that it is okay to go back home every once in a while. I love everything John and going back to what brought you there is not a step backwards. It’s recognizing greatness.

11— “It’s a Laugh”- by Hall & Oates– Early times and assuming good times as the recent lawsuit has sent shivers down the spines of many of the fans of Hall & Oates. Hopefully, things can work itself out because this tandem created some of the best music this world has ever heard.  

12— “It Takes A Lot to Laugh, a Train to Cry”- by Bob Dylan-How cool is this song? Many consider this the greatest album ever recorded- “Highway 61 Revisited.” The groove is super infectious, and his vocals are crystal clear as well as stunning. Crank this one way up and drift off into another world.

13— “Laugh, I Nearly Died”- by The Rolling Stones-Talk about a groove? Wow, this is off the charts. Believe it or not this was not recorded during the 1960’s, no it was this century. Taken from the 2005 “A Bigger Bang,” this classy blues tune will have you telling stories of hardship in no time. The boys are still going strong.

14— “The Same Love that Made Me Laugh”- by Diana Ross-Sometimes you may forget what Diana Ross means to the world of music and then when you listen to a song like this, it just blows you away. I had the chance to see her last year at Radio City, but the prices went crazy. In hindsight, maybe I should have taken the plunge because another future tour will only be higher, right? Oh well, at least we have the recordings.

15— “Laughing on the Outside (Crying on the Inside)”- by Aretha Franklin– Talk about another National Treasure? Folks, it is absolutely staggering to listen to this majestic voice and once again, the backing musicians are just simply phenomenal. This song has left me speechless.

16— “Laughter in the Rain”- by Neil Sedaka-This is by far my most favorite recording by Mr. Sedaka. This is a song where I would love to say that I wrote, crafted, and arranged as I believe almost every single person on the planet recognizes this tune, no? “Strolling along country roads with my baby” and I am off to the clouds. Thank you, Neil, for this treasure of a song.    

17— “Nancy (With the Laughing Face)”- by Frank Sinatra-I will never forget as I was walking by the bathroom as my oldest had this blasting and he was in high school. As I stood outside the door, I was immediately hooked. Now, I recognize that this is one of his all-time classics, but I was not as familiar. Remember in the one scene in the Soprano’s when Paulie is released from prison, this song is played as Bobby, who was lamenting the loss of his wife Karen, says something to the effect of “really, this song” to Sil, as Sil makes that face where it says what do you want me to do?

18— “I Only Wanna Laugh” by Dusty Springfield– There are not too many singers that can put me in a trance and put me under a spell. Well, Dusty is one of them. Take a listen to this unbelievable tune and tell me she is not one of the most underrated superstars ever. This could just be her best vocal of all-time.  There is no way that anything can top this song, this is a pure “mike-drop.” Please search the video for this, your jaw will drop to the floor. Remember, laughing is the best medicine to cure the daily ails that we face every day. Take time to hold that belly and laugh!

Crazy

Is this part of the show? What did I just see? As the place went dark, my Spidey senses kicked in, while I began maneuvering towards the only light that was in vision and that was the letter “E,” which was bright red. The extreme intensity of that room, initially filled with excitement, the same “controlled chaos” that I had been used to ever since the first time I saw Van Halen at Madison Square Garden, was now replaced with intrigue, as the buzz declined slightly but as time went on, hesitancy and fear flipped the atmosphere just as quickly as the coin toss for the Super Bowl.

Flying solo is usually the way I roll when it comes to concerts, in part due to the clientele that whets my appetite, which as you know by now is all over the place, but the “heavier” side of the menu scares more away than the “extreme heat (if you dare)” wings at the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, N.Y. My bride was worried as she keenly pointed out that my legs may not be as spry as they were when our courtship began in the last Century. “Why do you have to go by yourself? Doesn’t it tell you something when you can’t find one other person to attend?” Usually my retort is “well, why don’t you join me?” However, that thought never entered my mind because I knew I had to be on high alert as the expectation of walking into a bee’s nest on my own was stressful enough, never mind watching out for the love of my life.

Walking into the Hammerstein, there was that alternate ego side of me that said, “these are my people,” despite the certain probability that I was the only one in the audience that would be boarding public transportation that Monday morning enroute for my “9-to-5.” The electricity was in the air and for those who attend live “hard rock” or “metal” shows, you know exactly what I mean. The anticipation for loud guitars and thunderous drumming was the magnet that attracted each attendee along with the allure of a “freakish” frontman. Seeking out the suitable position on the floor is an iffy proposition at best because once the lights go out all those who entered late or those fueled up on some additives will unconsciously stumble and push their way as if you were invisible. Typically, I look for a spot around people my height, which is like trying to find a major league baseball player under “five foot five” but inevitably I will have to lean from side to side because I have learned to look at the forest through the two tall trees standing in front of me.

Once the ballroom became more dense- think Grand Central if Metro North becomes grounded-I knew that the show is coming soon as I think bands purposely hang out with the DJ in the back looking through some hole or curtain as they call for another “pre-game” song to make us squirm even more. Then all of a sudden there is a silhouette of a tall skinny dude running up to take his seat at the numerous amount of drums that form a “U” shape.  The bass and lead guitarist slowly enter in the dark of night as the opening song begins, and I am literally lifted off my feet as the rush was incredibly exciting but getting back on ground level lessens the possibility of injury. Almost like trying to fight your way out of a “potato sack” the knack of wrestling your way free becomes second nature after time but the initial rush for this show is something I will always remember because by the fifth song I still had not fortified a solid position.

The swaying of the crowd continued where it felt like we were all on the deck of a boat making its way through a sea storm and kicked up into a fury during “Disposable Teens” where I became a bit nervous because despite being a “veteran” of “small club” shows, the strength of this concert climbed to a level I had never endured. Finally, a new song settled things down a bit and had me rethinking heading to the back of the room but then a return to the “early days” brought the rage right back. At that point, I had to decide, do I retreat, or do I stay in a situation that I know will help navigate the next time this frenzy comes around. You learn by experience, right? Knowing the rest of the setlist was only going to get better, I tossed fear to the wayside and elected to let myself be engulfed into this tornado. The band was feeding off our energy and the audience was gobbling up the atmosphere just like when Ms. Pacman swallowed up all those ghosts after eating the power pill.

As the opening notes to “Sweet Dreams” (yes, that one by The Eurythmics) seeped into our ears, the joy creates another push towards the stage as I hold on for dear life but by this time, my fears had subsided, as I went along for the ride. The fans are singing word for word back to the frontman as it had become a lovefest in this demon’s den as I wondered why this type of dichotomy is able to entice a segment of the population like nothing else in the world. Making his way closer to the audience, the lighting is on the musicians and then without warning, the audience sees him stumble. After hitting the ground, two large “stage props” seem to bury the “devil” as the music slowly comes to a grind while everyone wonders if this is an added attraction to the already “hellish” atmosphere.

Once I saw the dark shadows of the stage crew finally run to lift these craters off this “over six foot” man that is when the fear immediately came to the forefront. At first, the confusion seemed to unify as everyone turned to each other while shrugging shoulders in unison with the assumption that once those props were lifted, the “show must go on.” But as we all stood there in the complete darkness, I knew restlessness could turn into stupid displaced anger, so I began to slither through the tall trees while kicking or stepping on hundreds of plastic cups towards the only red light I saw- “EXIT.” For what seemed like an eternity, we all stood in the dark with no messaging from anyone as the stage was bare. The heat was also intense as evidenced by the little sweat beads that were falling off the back of my hair on to my neck, which is the moment I know that my entire body probably looks like I jumped into a pool. Almost departing three times, I could not leave because up until that instance, this could have been the most powerful concert I had ever attended and if they came back on, I wanted to be part of that excitement again. Finally, a voice comes out of nowhere and says something to the effect of “Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an injury sustained to Mr. Manson, the show is cancelled.” Yes, you guessed it, I was the first person out of that ballroom. This was one of many concerts that I would describe as “crazy.”

Another time I entered Irving Plaza to see Megadeth, obviously another solo adventure because there was no way my bride would entertain it, nor any of my friends, so I decided that I was not going to miss out on the fun. Right off the bat, I recognized that I was not in Kansas anymore and knew I had to put my “big boy” pants on because this crowd was on another level. I do not know what it is like to attend a “death metal” concert, especially in a small place, but this was probably the closest. (I know the death metal fans are rolling their eyes right now as Megadeth is probably like seeing a “pop star” for them).

I was on “high alert” when I heard this loud staticky guitar along with this voice proclaiming martial law and to protect your home, while telling everyone to shut up and be happy. Then it was a total blast off as there he stands, Mr. Dave Mustaine, the King of doom, as the heavy bass lines are actually hurting my chest. The recognition that I could not show any fright because just like those dogs that smell fear, there was no way I was letting anyone get near me as I continued to be bounced around like a ping pong ball or the pinball while I was slamming against bodies and holding my own. Then as “Wake Up Dead” begins, a mosh pit forms and despite wanting to join that magic carpet ride, my “five foot five” stature was no match for these dudes who were all at least “five- ten” and even the skinny ones had “boney” elbows that could do a lot of damage, so I slipped just outside the swirling human tornado.

Just imagine being in a walk-in closet with the loudest music ever as again the bass lines are piercing your chest, and the only light is coming from the stage. Similar to AC/DC in the sense that there are no “ballads” with Megadeth, the frenzy is stepped up to the next level with each song as the human volcano was increasing in diameter as those on the fringes were slowly running out of space. The sweat is running down my face as I kept saying to myself that I could do this, but the walls were also gradually closing in on me. Following suit, my head was snapping from north to south in violent thrusts so much so that I could have sworn things were rattling around and I wondered if I would be able to analyze on Wednesday morning. But when “Hangar 18” began the mosh pit extended all the way to the back near those who thought standing at the bar was going to save them and just like a raging river that sweeps up anything in its path, I am lifted off the ground while trying to surf to the nearest exit.

Once in the “Exit doorway” I was basically waving the white flag because I knew that the band was still in sight and those who wanted to participate in the bee’s nest would not come near the door where I finally settled. I was not leaving until I heard the guitar riff to “Sweating Bullets” and despite being “out of the way” the pain in my chest was not subsiding as the sweat is now dripping off the back of my hair on to my collar. And just like when I dance around the room like no one is watching, the “head-banging” is in full throttle as I am singing along with Dave- “… feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in… bloodstains on my hands and I don’t know where I’ve been…” And when Mustaine gets to the part where he is angrily repeating “sweating” I knew I could check this off my bucket list. As the song was coming to its end, the circle was spitting bodies high into the air, as I thought that this was one of the craziest concerts I had ever attended. Before the last note is played, I am flying down the stairs smashing the doors open while letting out a scream that I did it! Mission accomplished!

Obviously, this is my definition of crazy but may not be yours and these tend to be my stories of crazy as opposed to others who may have had “run-ins” with the law, know people who are legitimately outlandish, or those who experienced wild tales of debauchery. Remember, I usually ran away from those moments, not that I did not see my fair share of zany occurrences and if I saw “those guys” who always created havoc, it was an immediate exit. Today’s setlist will deal with my experiences with concerts over the past five decades, which could have been considered “wild.” Some songs could have “crazy” in the title and other tunes will identify times where I felt things might have been a little bit out of control. (Enjoy!)

1— “Click Click Boom” by Saliva— Wednesday November 13, 2002, not only was this the day (sans the year) that Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence, but this night will forever go down in infamy for both Sal and I, as I believe we both lost part of our hearing due to the decibel level that the stage crew placed into this small club, then known as “The World,” located on “forty-third and Broadway” in NYC. Trying to find “a nest” where you can remain secure in a spot where none of the other “big birds” can get in your way or steal your vision, is of the utmost importance when attending a small club show. I can see Sal waving me over on the second level of this place and I was hesitant because the speakers were “right there.” Remembering when I stood next to a speaker just eight years earlier when I went to Soundgarden at the NY Armory and it took me a few days for my hearing to come back, I recommended to him that we try to find another spot. It was becoming more crowded, and he said that we might not find another place as good as this one. Admittedly, it was “really close” to the action. When Saliva came out and played this song first, we both looked at each other like it was over but did we move? Of course not, by the time the encore- “Your Disease”- finished, we both exited and immediately had “ringing in the ears” but the assumption was that it would be gone by morning. It took about 36 hours for me, but I believe for Sal, the ringing went on “for days” and ‘til this day, he points to that show as the moment his hearing was never the same. Crazy. My apologies again Sal, I assume you would not have gone to see Saliva in concert if not for my zaniness for this type of music. “… It’s all inside of me, it’s all inside of my head…” I don’t think we checked but our ears could have been bleeding.

2— “Breakout” by Foo Fighters— Less than a year later on Thursday July 3, 2003, Sal and I were joined by Chris, Paul, and Rosanna as we saw the Foo’s for their “One by One” tour. Now this is not a knock on the Foo’s but something that I have always noticed, especially early on in their career, and that is the sound system. Maybe it was done purposely but it never seemed “crystal clear” and when you throw Dave’s screams into the mix, your hearing takes a hit. This was the fourth song on the setlist that night and at the 2:12 mark when Dave yells into the microphone- “Breakout”- like someone is choking him, I know we all lost a piece of our hearing. Not saying it was not great, no it was, and I have finally learned to wear some protection for when I attend concerts. When we were all walking towards seventh avenue to catch the subway, we were all checking our ears cause we were all hurtin.’   

3— “Yankee Rose”—by David Lee Roth– January 1987, Diamond Dave out on tour for the first time after leaving Van Halen and I made the one & only trip ever out to the Nassau Coliseum to see his tour (That was the night I was also introduced to Tesla). This was his initial single from his solo album and the excitement was off the charts, no, it was different from Van Halen, but it was good. Anyway, that was not the crazy part. This occurred when the show ended and for some reason there were only a couple of doors that were open to allow 15,000 people to exit. Even if you are not good in math, you know that does not add up and when Danny, Kathy and I arrived on the ground floor, it was pure pandemonium as I was literally lifted off my feet by the crowd. Panic took hold of the entire audience, as many of the concert goers had The Who concert in Cincinnati in mind when eleven people were crushed to death in 1979. We all were separated as I could see Danny looking back at his wife as she is also being lifted off the ground, but she let out a primal scream that scared a few idiots who were trying to climb atop people to make their way out. Then, just like when a water balloon bursts, the flood gates opened as numerous exits unlocked at the same time to alleviate the panic because we all knew there was a way out. That was the scariest concert moment I ever experienced because I could see how one could be seriously injured or worse…

4— “Stone Cold Crazy”—by Queen-Do you realize that this song was crafted in 1974 and for some of those folks who do not think that Queen had an influence on “metal,” think again. Brian May’s guitar solo gets me every time, this is pure head-banging royalty. I know Metallica did a nice cover, but this will always be the version for me. Last year when I reconnected with Brian, I could have sworn that he, Ronnie, and I went to see Queen with Billy Squier as the opener in 1982.  I know I was there and could have sworn that we all traveled there by van but that is the part that may be foggy. Anyway, I find it crazy that people do not like Queen, to me, it’s impossible.

5— “You’re Crazy”— by Guns & Roses- Ok this song has a huge “parental” warning as the cursing is everywhere and apologies to those out there who are offended as you can skip over this one. I went with the “acoustic” version from the “Lies” body of work as the articulation of that word is even clearer. Anyway, talk about crazy? During their heyday I went to three different shows, and I will let you decide which one was the zaniest. First time, Madison Square Garden. Soundgarden is the opener, and they finish at 8:30. Guns take the stage three hours later and the concert, by statute of New York law, has to end at midnight. Three hour wait, with a “45 minute” show at best? Second, Sal & I take the long trip to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania and after Skid Row finishes their set, the skies open with a tremendous storm that lasts at least two hours. Guns takes the stage again around 11:30 p.m. and knowing we have a three-hour drive back to N.J., we leave around 12:45 a.m. while they are still playing. Third time (a charm, right?) after Metallica blazes through a full set as the opener on their infamous tour where they alternated who would take the stage first. Trying to follow up Metallica is hard for any band, especially “back in the day” and the fans were rattled just like when one tries to swat down a bees nest in the afternoon. The Guns playlist included songs like “November Rain”- a fantastic tune- but not when the brethren is looking to mosh it up. Axl begins to berate and curse out the fans, telling them to leave if they did not “blanking” like it. So, I “upped and left.”

6— “Jesus Christ Pose”- by Soundgarden– Opening song on Thursday night June 16, 1994, inside a “dungeon” located on Lexington Avenue in NYC as the total darkness was only topped by the extreme heat & humidity as I made the mistake of settling right in front of the left speaker system. And between Cornell’s high pitch squeals and the frantic sounds that the unheralded Kim Thayil can make with his guitar, this was the craziest setting I had ever seen. We were inside of an Armory that probably had not been used since the 1970’s as we could see the old fighter planes deep in the alley way. As previously mentioned, I did not “body surf,” although I felt the intense urge to do it because after all I was with “my people” but with our first born coming six months later, I thought again. How is Soundgarden not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?

7— “Body Movin’”- by Beastie Boys –Friday night August 21, 1998, I was able to swing the MBIA corporate suite because I knew there would be numerous concerts that no one else but me (and a few others) would like to attend. That night, to my shock and horror, I see some of the executives but realize they took their offspring. Despite being “high up” in the air, looking down I will always state that the fiercest mosh pits that I have ever seen came on this night as the fury was totally out of control. And as all three of the Beasties were performing up on stage, the demolition of bodies was in unobstructed vision down below. Absolutely the craziest mosh pits ever.  

8— “2 X 4”- by Metallica –Wednesday July 10, 1996, Randall’s Island when Metallica headlined Lollapalooza, much to the dismay of Perry Farrell and I scratched my head just like the next person on how they were invited. And I am a Metallica fan. Anyway, the band was in the midst of a change, which many of the brethren did not enjoy and they probably lost as many fans as they gained after staying in the “commercial” lane of traffic. At this time, “Load” was just released and though there was not as much backlash as let’s say “St. Anger,” but it has only been recently that Metallica has played any tunes from this era. But this has always been one of my favorites. I remember arriving at Randall’s Island and seeing a line of people that seemed to go on for days- if you know the Sunset Park area in Brooklyn, it would be being at 65^th street on Eighth Avenue and the first person would be at 39^th street. I assumed it was that those folks had a bag or something, so I started walking past everyone and then the “cat calls” began- “Hey, where are you going, get to the back of the line!” This was a single file line and I had to go to the back. Folks, it went so slowly that I saw people relieve themselves right there in plain sight of hundreds of people. I thought this was the craziest thing I had ever seen, and this was at noon, as people were already inebriated but the bands had not even begun to play. After about 90 minutes, I see this outline of a door’s entrance as this was the first time, I ever had to go through a metal detector. I do not know why but it spooked me but of course, I stayed there the entire day and night by myself walking around to the three stages to witness an eclectic assortment of performers, including The Ramones and Wu Tang Clan.

9— “That’s the Way I Wanna Rock ‘N’ Roll”- by AC/DC– By now you have read more than a few times that my bride’s blouse was on fire as Sal’s eyes had stretched out as far as the Owl who was on a quest to see how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop. Yes, we were attending an AC/DC concert, and someone flicked (no, not a switch) a cigarette that landed on her back.  Sal and I put the smoke out. Later on, I threw an inebriated dude two rows back as he was about to fall on my wife as Anthony wanted to know if I was crazy because there was like seven or eight of his friends standing behind us. “I’ll take the first guy and hang him over the ledge if anyone comes near us” was what I believe Anthony retorted. Meanwhile, the music was as loud as ever. I was in my element because I could not wait to see the synchronized head banging but a flying beer bottle that whizzed past Anthony’s head ended the night early as all three stood up to leave as I was begging for one more song. Good times.

10— “Some Day”- by Shinedown-Tuesday July 22, 2008, the first time I saw Shinedown as a headliner at the now defunct Highline Ballroom. Entering a steep stairway where a Western Beef sat below, I had no idea what I was in for because the place was extremely small, and this was another concert where my ears had to be bleeding. Saturated beyond belief, it was one of the greatest nights I ever had (I know, I say that a lot).

11— “Mars Needs Women”- by Rob Zombie-Tuesday March 28, 2006- Stay with me, the reason I picked this as “crazy” is because I never thought in my wildest dreams that I could find anyone else (besides Paul) in the world to attend a Zombie concert. But when I came back to S&P for “round 2,” Scott informed me that Monica loved the same music that I did and when I asked if she would be in, she gave a total thumbs up. Despite being dressed as Opie, again I felt I was with “my people” as we rocked out to the freakish ghoul otherwise known as Rob Cummings, a.k.a. “Mr. Zombie.” I love to say that! Monica knew his catalog better than I did.

12— “Sick for the Cure”- by Cinderella-Tuesday June 22, 2010- Jones Beach- driving on the L.I.E. I saw the storm clouds gathering on this humid summer day, but nothing was going to stop me from seeing a reunited Cinderella with four of the “originals.” Just as they take the stage, the skies open as everyone scattered for shelter, but I was going to hear “Shelter Me” in the pouring rain. As I stood there drenched, I realized there was only one other dude remaining as he was furiously waving me over. All of a sudden, I had a new best friend as we jammed to every song as the rain never let up and Tom paid homage to us by calling us out as well as bowing to us. I thought it was crazy that we were the only two out there, shame on those who stood on the sidelines. LOL

13— “Call It What You Want”- by Tesla– Friday March 24, 2023- House of Blues- Las Vegas- Can you imagine reuniting with a childhood friend after four decades- forty years folks- if that “ain’t crazy” I do not know what is. As Brian was singing word for word, I was blown away that somebody else than me loves Tesla. What a night, what a weekend because we went back again on Saturday night as we were joined by his wife and daughter. We all are going back this Friday April 5, same bat time, same bat channel to see this legendary band. That’s right- legendary! Our friendship is back in a big way!

14— “Baby Drives Me Crazy (Live)” by Thin Lizzy– It is crazy that Thin Lizzy is not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. If these so-called experts have never heard “Live and Dangerous” arguably one of the best, if not the supreme, live albums of all-time, then maybe you could excuse their ignorance but if they have listened to this masterpiece, then shame on them. I just wish I had been old enough to witness them in concert because even listening to this album, I can feel and taste the excitement. “Are you out there… I said ARE YOU OUT THERE!!”

15— “War Pigs”- by Black Sabbath-Monday March 31, 2014- Barclay’s Center- Hometown of Brooklyn, N.Y.- instead of “Crazy Train” I will pick another tune that is played incessantly but the crazy thing about this was that this was the first song they played that night as I never thought I would ever have the opportunity to see The Prince of Darkness and Black Sabbath (sadly without Mr. Ward). I whole heartedly admit that I boarded this crazy train at a much later stop than everyone else but when I saw 17,000 fans singing along word for word with Ozzy, I literally had an outer body experience where my feet levitated in the air as tears welled up in my eyes. Call me crazy but that is what it meant to me.    

16— “Let’s Go Crazy”- by Prince– Recently a group of music lovers were together and recalled Prince’s guitar solo during “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” at the 2004 ceremony for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, and Jeff Lynne. This could arguably be one of the greatest solos in the history of music. And who does not love the last sixty seconds of this ultimate classic? You are sorely missed Prince!

17— “I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight”- by U2-My oldest son calls me crazy whenever I state that “No Line on the Horizon” can stand “toe-to-toe” with “The Joshua Tree.” I absolutely love this song and it could be my most favorite by this legendary band. It has everything- a hook, an addictive chorus, fabulous bridge, and the ability to look up at the skies while singing with a passion like no other. Crank this one way up! Love the video to this classic.

18— “In A Simple Rhyme”- by Van Halen-Tuesday November 13, 2007-Madison Square Garden- yes same day as Felix Unger again but this concert was the show that put me on the way to my writing this blog- my “first ever” piece that I had ever written was about this incredible show that I never ever thought would happen again because of all the years of bad blood. Yes, I know Michael Anthony was not part of it but they “kept it in the family” with Wolfgang. When I saw Diamond Dave and Eddie Van Halen out there for the first time in nearly a quarter of a century looking as fit as when they were “kids,” there were tears of joy in my eyes. After the second song, I knew I was not going to have to pay the six other friends that I invited because I told them all they had never seen a show quite like Van Halen, the original (again, sans Michael). It was a dream come true. And the ultimate dream come true occurred on Thursday March 1, 2012, when I attended another show but this time with my boys. They were approximately the same age as I was when I first attended a VH show at Madison Square Garden. That night was the absolute best concert I had ever seen because as I looked over towards them, I could see them having a grand old time like dad. In my write-up for that show (on this page) the last sentence I wrote was – “Hey, I have a young nephew that needs to see the dream, keep rockin’ fellas!!” It is crazy that this will never happen. Godspeed Eddie!

Peculiar People

Ever since I can remember I have been a “people watcher,” and maybe that is due in part from being raised in Sunset Park Brooklyn because from the moment I was allowed to go play on the sidewalk there was mom from the fourth-floor window screaming out warnings of all kinds or edicts to go to the store as she dropped the exact amount of money wrapped inside that ball of aluminum foil. One always had to look around constantly and if someone looked peculiar or out of place, I was always ready to run.

Maybe it was because I was a child and did not understand why Jimmy did not move from his spot perched up against the fence from the moment the sun arose to when mom was yelling for us to come upstairs for dinner. His right back foot would be lifted up like when you have a foot injury and have to use that steerable knee walker, with the “souped-up” ones having a basket to carry your essentials, and if it had not been for him smoking all day long, one would have thought that he was the “OG” of being paid like those people who are frozen in Central Park, posing as the statue of liberty. It was almost like he had this cocoon around him because no one ever came close to him, even on the sidewalk, I would make a beeline for the curb, while never giving a thought to stepping into the street because I wanted to live, knowing that mom was watching from high-above. But his peculiar ways pushed me to the curb and as soon as I passed him, it was back to the center of the sidewalk.

Then there was Mrs. Millman, who would be sitting in her window pane on the third floor, every day for what seemed like decades and if there was a moment where she was not there, I felt like a major storm or at least an omen was on its way because why else would she not be there. I remember the first time when I saw her coming into the foyer of the building with a “Zimmer” and as I walked by, the thought that we had a new neighbor came into mind, but when her face came into focus, the realization of why she was so motionless all the time was due to physical limitations as my nonsensical assumptions warranted an immediate ask for forgiveness. She smiled as I held the door for her and said, “You are Janet’s boy, right?” As I nodded my head from north to south, she then said, “You are a good boy, stay that way.” Like I said, maybe it was because I was a kid, but she turned out not to be peculiar.

Maybe there is a relative that is peculiar, as the old saying goes “every family has one.” And with no disrespect at all because we all loved him, but our uncle Jack could have been considered to have “quirks.” From what I remember, he was extremely soft spoken and did not talk that much. There was one instance where we were all sitting around the table as the adults were sharing stories and all of a sudden, Jack is speaking about Elizabeth Taylor. But not on the topic of what was his favorite movie that she starred in, no he was informing everyone that he had a date with her, and they were going to meet for a cup of coffee. Now, my mother loved to be playful and after looking at her sister for a reaction, Carol is sitting there as shocked as anyone. Jane kept the conversation going by peppering him with follow-up questions as she wanted to see how far he would go with the story and to her delight his responses were all “a matter of fact.”

My dad told me a story of when Carol asked him to keep Jack company as he tended the Harmony pub on the corner of “forty-sixth” and Eighth Avenue. There was a war film on the television screen in the background and my father turned around to witness Jack making believe that he had a gun while pressing his thumb on the pointer finger, mimicking the soldiers on the screen. Then he proceeds to hide behind other patrons and moving to other parts of the bar fortifying his position with his fake gun ready to do battle. My dad immediately called Carol to tell her to come down and take him home.

I remember sitting in the backseat of his car with my brother Rich and our eyes would pop out of our head because he would put on his blinker after already changing lanes while heading to Brooklyn from their home in Staten Island. Both of us became backseat drivers as we would let him know that there was a vehicle in his blind spot and to not move to his right or left. As we rolled up upon the 65^th street exit in Brooklyn, thanking the Lord above was imminent as the prayers to make it through the rest of the blocks of Sunset Park to arrive at 53^rd street continued. Like I said, Jack was a nice man with a kind heart but definitely peculiar.

Now I know it is Peculiar People day today but sometimes even our pets can be eccentric. Case in point, our Aunt Gayle had this dog named Missy and I remember through my teenage years never actually seeing her because she lived underneath their sleeping quarters in the master bedroom. Think “Spot” from “The Munsters,” who would blaze with fire balls as the front steps lifted while he thwarted off any who he felt was a threat to Lilly. Each Christmas Eve, our entire family would place jackets, gloves, and hats on top of the bed while Missy would be going completely berserk.  The growling, barking, and ultimately trying to bite the feet of anyone who came close enough to her territory became part of our family tradition. Folks, believe me, it sounded like Cujo was under there, but Missy was an averaged size dog. I always thought it was peculiar that a dog behaved that way, but it worked for everyone, and she lived for a long time.

Admittedly, I have my quirks and would not be upset if people found me to be peculiar. My bride is afraid of what I will tell you all but as I have written many times on this page, there are certain ways that I need things to follow and if they go “off-kilter,” it creates havoc with my OCD. I am not sure if anyone else does this but when I leave the house, I have four pennies in my left back pocket, while the right one holds the dimes and nickels. The front left solely has quarters while the right carries only bills. This way when I enter the local delicatessen or coffee shops and the final charge ends up anywhere between one and ninety-nine cents, I am ready with the exact change. Last Thursday I was thrown for a loop when I had exactly $3.69 ready for the woman behind the Dunkin Donuts counter to pay for the large coffee but since it was a new year, the price increased to $3.80 and despite having what was needed in my pockets, I could not hear or do anything after she told me the new price. Frozen in my tracks, she again tells me the charge as I snap to, while the frowns on the faces behind me come into focus as I put all my coins into my front right pocket and gave her a “five dollar” bill. Flustered, I could not leave the store until I put all the coins back in their proper positions while gaining an additional two dimes and exchanging one form of currency for another. 

Since we have been married as many of our friends know, I have my “lists” but the one I will focus on today is the food items that I promised myself that I would never eat again after leaving mom’s. As maybe previously mentioned, my body would shiver whenever Jane would place a skinless boiled potato from this huge pot onto my plate as the water from the spoon would leak underneath the meat and vegetables. That was the moment I became a food separatist. I do not know if it is only a Scandinavian tradition, but we were never able to leave the dinner table until every morsel of food was consumed, including cauliflower and beets, which you would have thought my body was a washing machine because from my stomach down, the shaking could have caused a tremor. Those vegetables, along with anything similar to Okra (Brussel sprouts, zucchini, celery, and broccoli florets) were a given as my bride knew immediately that these items were to never enter my plate.

After leaving mom’s I said goodbye to meatloaf, Chow Mein, corn beef cabbage, and of course, the boiled potato. While growing up I threatened a hunger strike if there was bologna between my Wonder bread slices after the fourth grade and have never even had a slice since that time. About four years ago, I noticed that my offspring had their heads facing down while staring at their dish but with no hint of a smile, but I suspected something was about to transpire. The mash potatoes and vegetables were properly separated on my plate as my bride made her way into the dining room with a pan that held what she said were steaks (think “Salisbury”). Hesitant but not wanting to start off the meal with a complaint, like the little-kid I am, I gently ask why it appears that this steak looks like meatloaf. And like mom would say “Just eat it!” As I put the first fork into my mouth, the taste was instantly different from any porterhouse or sirloin I ever had but since it had been thirty years since I last tasted meatloaf, I chalked it up to a new kind of steak. But then after the second taste, the texture came roaring back as I felt the intense need to bury it in ketchup (sorry Mom). After swallowing, I slightly pushed my dish towards the middle of the table, while my bride asked me what was wrong. Not wanting to accuse her of anything I just said that I did not enjoy the meat as my children broke out in laughter. “You did it! You actually were able to get him to eat meatloaf!” Needless to say, that has not occurred since.

Getting back to people watching, I do my best work at mass, while my bride whispers that God can see and hear me. I do not know about you, but I find it strangely peculiar that the same people always walk in during the first reading. As I bang my head on my knee wondering why the alarm clock cannot be set ten minutes earlier so at least one would arrive before the Priest is walking down the center aisle. What about the people who bring their checkbooks and decide at the moment they see the usher getting closer to their row to start filling out their paperwork as the poor usher politely stands there, waiting for them to finish as they hold that long collection basket. And then they start licking the envelope like an ice cream cone that is dripping from the heat, as I fall over. 

More recently I have noticed the same people that are late each week are now bringing a sixteen-ounce bottle of Aquafina water but for some reason it is half full and during the homily, instead of hearing someone’s phone ringing, you will now hear plastic crackling because the bottle is nearly empty as they are drinking this water like they were on a desert or just finished a marathon. You are at a “forty-five” minute service (where they only have thirty-five left since they were late) and you need a water bottle? We are not at a baseball game in the middle of August with no shade covering. I think we can all survive without water for forty minutes but what do I know? Is this not peculiar behavior? I do not know about you, but I will never be as comfortable in a church pew as I am on our living room couch watching the “Red Zone.”

In honor of National Peculiar People day, today’s setlist will consist of songs that deal with folks that could be considered eccentric whereby title songs include the word “strange” and others where I will give you the reason it made the inventory. (Enjoy!)

1— “People are Strange” by The Doors— I have always done things early in the morning, which included delivering newspapers and once my route grew to three hundred customers, there were a lot of unfamiliar homes for me to visit. Most were two family houses but there was one apartment building that I had to enter that had five floors and there was a homeless person that used to stay behind the front doors. Imagine entering a pitch-black place because the lights were busted and in the dark was a face that had this oversized eye, but he never said a word. Talk about strange? Every time I raced up to the top floor, I was petrified to come back down but there was no other way out. If he ever followed me, I knew I was heading straight to the roof. That strange person never bothered me, but I will never forget those deliveries. For those who know me, I am not a fan of The Doors but for the second week in a row I have started with a song that I love, even though I do not have much of a library when it comes to The Doors.

2— “Ain’t that Peculiar” by Marvin Gaye— In my opinion, Marvin Gaye and The Beatles are similar in the fact that their “early” material is “ear candy” with wonderful tunes and by the end of their respective careers they were crafting tunes that matured to the point where they were “worldly”. Marvin held an extra edge in that his social commentary through his music was extraordinary and desperately needed. I know I have talked about it before (especially in the post “Is it Me?”) but just like there are “inside” and “outside” voices, there has to be recognition that there are “inside” and “outside” attire. Exiting your car at “eight a.m.” with the clothes that you wore to bed, along with the house slippers, to walk into a crowded Starbucks, will always have me to believe the following thought- “Ain’t that Peculiar?”

3— “Strangers in the Night”— by Frank Sinatra- I had to put this song on the list despite maybe not fulfilling the theme because it is too beautiful to leave out. It meets the criteria in that it includes the word “strange.” You know what is funny now that I am thinking about it- when I was a paperboy and made collections on each Thursday night, there was never any trepidation of meeting any strangers in the night despite it being dark. And one could easily see me going from house to house, collecting money, making me an easy target. But for whatever reason the “freaks did not come out at night,” but the early morning, they were everywhere. Go figure.

4— “A Most Peculiar Man”— by Simon & Garfunkel- This is such a sad tale that it almost pains me to include the song on the list but just like I was wrong with Mrs. Millman, maybe there is someone who you think is peculiar and has no friends or family, but they could just be lonely. Why not try to make a new friend? Or at least check in on them. Accepting people as they are instead of isolating will make this a better world and help all of us feel better about ourselves.

5— “The Stranger”—by Billy Joel– The opening piano chords is the absolute perfect way to start off a song about “The Stranger,” right? This is a deep song despite the upbeat rhythm as Billy seems to believe that we all have a stranger in us as he explicitly says, “Did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself?” I wonder if the brethren for Mr. Joel would state that this is his best body of work ever? Tough choice. And as we are finding out, Billy is not done touring- he has set out for a lot of dates in 2024. His “unbelievable run” at the Garden may be halted but he will continue to please his congregation by traveling around the U.S.

6— “Don’t Talk to Strangers”—by Dio– We were taught this at an early age, right? I remember when I asked Johnny to ask my youngest to help him find his lost puppy from his car window and of course no matter how much prep I did, he walked right up to the car. I came running down the driveway and said if he went in the car that could be the last time, we would see him. It was a tough lesson, but he passed the next time. Shifting gears, I remember seeing this guy on the #4 subway train when I boarded at Grand Central and wanted to move to the next car, but the sliding doors were locked. As the train was approaching 14^th, it felt like someone pulled the emergency chord as everyone standing went flying and those sitting had their shoulders embedded into the person to their right. There was no need for apologies because all of us were impacted and knew why they had fallen on each other. Except for this guy. About three minutes later, he stands while putting his pointer finger in her face and screaming expletives at her with such a force that I thought he was going to hit her. The train was stuck for about ten minutes as he was freaking out but also looking back at the three of us holding the pole, almost egging us on to protect her. As I looked at him, I could not tell if he had any weapon inside his jacket or pants, as did the other two gentlemen next to me. We stood there afraid of what was to come next as he continued to berate this poor woman and as she kept reading her book, totally ignoring him, the angrier he grew. Finally, another lady sitting next to her said “Sir, she did not mean to fall on you, we all went flying, please let her be.” When she said that she gave us all a look of disappointment. I felt so small the rest of the day. He was one stranger that I never talked to, and it still bothers me that I did not let him know to leave that stranger alone.   

7— “Goodbye Stranger”— by Supertramp- How can it be that “Breakfast in America” will be turning forty-five years old on March 16? I remember when it was released. Folks, this is a landmark album that should be included in your musical library. I would say that this body of work is like “comfort food” because no matter how many times you go back to it, it fills you up with the same joy as it did all those years ago. There were a ton of great albums released in 1979 and our family had a special delivery that February which changed my life for the better. Maybe there are people that come into your life where you do not know their name but see them all the time and you wave hello without knowing them but then all of a sudden, they seem to have disappeared. That is a “Goodbye Stranger” situation, hope they found their paradise.

8— “Beautiful Stranger”- by Madonna– In twelve days I will be at Madison Square Garden to watch an Icon who can be a lightning rod for many things, including controversy, so for those who are upset that she is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, she checks the box on being a tremendous influencer, who causes a ruckus- is that not the definition of “rock and roll?” It is going to be a “hit fest” and I cannot wait to attend. I hope she does not have “technical” difficulties like she did in Brooklyn because there is no way I will be waiting until 11:30 for her to take the stage. Last time I did that was back in the late 1980’s when Axl was being Axl as GNR did not come on until 11:15 p.m. after Soundgarden, the opener, who finished at 8:30 p.m. The show ended at midnight, and I ran out of there because of the extremely upset fans.

9— “Stranger in My Own House”- by Foreigner – “… She said… boy your luck is running out… she make me feel like a stranger in my own house…” Slats and I would hang in his basement, where he had his drums set up, and we would listen to great rock albums. He would jam out with the tunes as his “feel” for songs is one of his best assets as a drummer. We were both huge fans of the Mighty Led Zeppelin and Van Halen. But every once in a while, I would bring Foreigner to the party, and I know what you are thinking- “Agent Provocateur?”- but stay with me. Yes, I know that “I Wanna Know what Love Is” blessed or cursed the band, depending on what side of the fence you fall into. I clearly remember putting on the first song on side two- this one- and seeing his reaction. By the end of the tune, it was a thumbs up. “… I see the do not disturb sign hanging on my bedroom door… what is this sheet and pillow lying on the floor… I guess I wore out my welcome… I hear you loud and clear…” Tell me Lou Gramm wasn’t the best?

10— “Strange Girl”- by Halestorm– Halestorm is infectious and in my opinion, carrying the flag for heavy music, with a zest and enthusiasm that matches someone by the name of Dave Grohl. Lzzy is a breath of fresh air, and their music is top notch. Now this tune comes with the “explicit” label as there is clearly a bomb that flies at the beginning, so listener beware. Other than that, all you need to do is crank this up as loud as you can take it and air-guitar away. Or lip sync- “… she’s such a strange girl… such a strange girl… the world needs strange girls… just like me… do you hate me… just to change me… to be just like you… to be just like you…”

11— “Stranger Inside”- by Shinedown-Lzzy joined Brent for a wonderful rendition of “Breaking Inside” from the extended edition of “The Sound of Madness” but I can picture her performing this classic from the debut album- “Leave a Whisper.” Folks, if you need evidence that Brent Smith is one of the greatest singers of this generation, look no further than this tune. I defy anyone to say that his range is nothing less than spectacular. Oh my, I love the bridge where his scream fades. There is something about the debut albums for most bands because one can taste the hunger, you can feel it, you can smell it, and if this does not get your juices flowing, then I give up. “… Don’t push your ignorance on me… I’m not unrehearsed to your jealousy… And I know you think I don’t see the signs… well how do you know? Do I look blind…”

12— “Strange”- by Joe Satriani-Be prepared- Joe sings on this tune. I believe the only album he utilizes his vocals is “Flying in a Blue Dream.” I am no judge on a singing show, but this is not as bad as everyone seems to think, maybe including Joe, but I like it. Of course, Joe makes his guitar sing sweetly throughout and there is a blazing solo that kicks off at the 1:31 mark that will have you shaking your head in disbelief. I admit going to see him in concert is an acquired taste as both my brother Rich and friend Sal had watery eyes by the end of the show but not tears of joy like the two-hundred-pound motorcycle dudes in the back of the Beacon Theater, but apparently drowsy by “all the noise” coming from Joe’s guitar.   

13— “Strange Ways”- by KISS-Yes, I am still on a high from the last KISS concert at Madison Square Garden last month and usually I like to keep this page positive, but I have to say something- I was a huge fan of Eddie Trunk, especially with “That Metal Show” but his show now on Sirius radio is a platform for knocking Paul and Gene continuously. Yes, we get it, you have not attended a KISS concert since they removed Peter and Ace- your loss- but everyday with the constant bashing is just ridiculous. No, they did not invite Ace or Peter… but they did not invite Bruce either… it was their decision. And let’s be clear, there is no way Ace or Peter would have ever come out to join them anyway. They both wanted Tommy and Eric to remove their makeup when they came out for a song. Really? It is time for all of us to move on and wait for the KISS Avatar show in 2027, LOL!

14— “Estranged”- by Guns & Roses– Tuesday September 17, 1991. Fans of Guns & Roses were salivating for a new studio release, some four years (not including the “EP” “Lies”) and I remember crossing the street in front of the Bull that is situated in front of 25 Broadway to witness a line of people that extended all the way down to the Staten Island ferry to 2 Broadway, where there lied a music store that was there for decades. I thought I would be gone for a cup of coffee, but the line did move quick as the workers inside the store were handing them out to customers out of the cardboard boxes as they had no time to put them in their alphabetical space. This is one of my favorites from either disc as I had to give it to Axl on his crafting of “theatrical” masterpieces and if you listen carefully, Slash’s guitar work is flawless. Yes, my internal feud with Axl is finally over, some thirty years later.

15— “Stranger Things Have Happened” by Foo Fighters– Over time, “Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace” has grown in stature for me as I love to listen to this album from top to bottom. I love the way Dave exemplifies “Oh Maybe” and this tune was written by Dave only. It is the midway point of this wonderful body of work- do you have this in your music library? I can listen to this all day long and love when Dave exclaims the following- “I can change, I can change, I can change, but who do you want me to be?… I’m the same, I’m the same, I’m the same, oh, do you want me to be?” We all probably know of someone where stranger things have happened and probably always will, right?

16— “Still the Same”- by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band-Stay with me- Mr. Seger released the stellar- “Stranger in Town”- in April 1978 and I decided to go with this wonderful tune. I know that Seger & the Silver Bullet band are one of Karen & Richie’s favorites of all-time. I saw this legendary band back in their heyday and the concert was phenomenal as they brought down a sold-out Madison Square Garden. I wanted to go to the recent reunion shows but the price tag had me staying at home, listening with my headphones.

17— “Love is Strange”- by Mickey & Sylvia– I forgot how much I love this song and will have to remember to play it this year at the town carnival. This makes it way to the inventory by having the word “strange” as the focus is on people but how can one ignore this great tune? It was released in late 1956 when my parents were just kids, and we would hear this around our house on Sunday mornings. This tune was profiled in the classic movie- “Dirty Dancing”- as well as “Mermaids,” which stars Cher. “Baby… oh, oh baby… my sweet baby… you’re the one.”

18— “Strange”- by Patsy Cline-I can picture mom at the table drinking her coffee as she transformed into Patsy. It literally looked like Patsy flew into her body as mom never knew anyone else was in the room when she was singing her songs. Ms. Cline had this way of singing the blues so beautifully that it brought tears to the eyes as the lyrics would make you cry for another reason. What a voice! 

19— “Stranger in Paradise”- by Tony Bennett & Andrea Bocelli-Tony originally sang this song on the Ed Sullivan show on January 17, 1954, and if you watch that video, it is amazing that his voice never really changed. And this version, off his ‘Duets” compact disc is brilliant as Tony does hold his own with the one and only, Andrea Bocelli. When I played it for my bride, she started to sing the words as I was taken aback because I had no idea that she knew this song. I love it when that happens, you think you know all there is to know about your loved ones and something like that happens, yes maybe somewhat trivial, but yet something wonderful.

20— “My Own Peculiar Way”- by Willie Nelson-I remember when I was young and naïve that I thought that Willie Nelson was peculiar, especially his music, while wondering how all these people could love him the way they do. But then, as I entered the “back nine,” I heard (again) “Angels Flying too Close to the Ground” and since that moment, I realized that it was me that was peculiar because I finally “got it.” And whenever I need to smile or relax, I put on Willie’s music to drift away. Believe me, there is much more peculiar stuff about me that my bride (and friends) know but I did not want to give it all away. I would consider myself eccentric and would not be bothered if you told me “Happy Peculiar People” day. LOL.

Comfort Zone

As we enter a new year, it always seems to be the solitary moment in time where we tend to inspect or reevaluate details about our physical or emotional being and for many of us “resolutions” have fallen to the wayside because breakage of these declarations occur sometimes within days, which deflates confidence or most likely causes flippancy that leads to acceptance, until the next countdown for when the ball drops. Vicious cycles or “ruts” can inhabit to the point where complacency seems to be the only option, despite the uncomfortableness that remains embedded, which does no one good, especially your emotional being. Sometimes in life, stretching beyond your comfort zone can create growth, even if the hurdle could be considered mundane. The smallest of victories is advancement, in my eyes.

Believe me, there is no one on this planet who longs for life to remain the same, especially when you recognize that you are in a wonderful stage, more than myself. As you can tell from reading this page sentimentality or living in the past shines brightly with childhood exuberance, but there is also an understanding that lingering does not allow for forward movement or more importantly can lead to resentment that at some point could come to a boil. My bride and I will soon celebrate our “thirty-third” wedding anniversary, while our courtship lasted another three years. There could be some questioning on the part of the reader for the love of my bride as I will continue to lavish the unabashed affection on this page. This does not mean that there have not been “bumps in the road” because I believe all married couples, or “live-in” partners, at some point will experience instances where self-improvement or adjustment(s) are necessary instead of the old adage of “let’s agree to disagree,” or worse yet, continue to go to each corner, waiting for the bell to ring to begin another round.

During the time I was unemployed, it created self-doubt despite being informed that it was not personal or based on performance but there was no other avenue that I explored because in my mind, there was no other reason than I was not good enough. It was like the moment, I looked for my name outside the baseball coaches’ office at Brooklyn Tech, after going “2-for-3,” and cleanly fielding six ground balls at short, two days prior but to my surprise it was nowhere to be found, no matter how long I stood there to stare at the list. Once I boarded the bus on a full-time basis after waiting at the stop for nearly two years, the determination to achieve became the sole focus.

Working long hours was always part of the picture but from my first day on the job in 2010, I knew there were going to be long days and nights because despite the room being filled with colleagues, recognition of never breaking into the “cliques,” along with the assumption that my hiring was due to “being one of the jocks,” created an isolation that I had never encountered in my career but determination to never being kicked off that bus again, led to a situation where keeping things bottled up became the norm. Being self-consumed caused the lines of communication at home to become “staticky.” As I have mentioned before, Robin, just by chance, attended one of my committees and witnessed what I had been experiencing for months. Within days, I received a call from Steve that I was being transferred to the local government group with the focus being the Midwest section of the U.S.

Trying to learn another asset class from scratch left little time for my family and despite my edict to never let the lines of communication run dry, my insecurities caused frustration that came to a head where I realized that being my same self was going to do some real damage. I had to get out of my comfort zone as I promised to change on a phone call from O’Hare airport, while traveling for another management meeting. Stopping dead in my tracks, the focus of what was more important than anything else in the world became crystal clear and from that moment onwards, we have become closer with each passing day.

As time went on, it became another phase of my career that I never wanted to come to an end as I always kept my heart on my bride and offspring while developing a relationship at work that went further than just being a colleague. During one of our “one on one’s,” Jane asked me when I was going to become a committee chair. My eyes popped open as wide as that owl you see sitting in that tree in the middle of the night and of course, my response was that I was not ready for that leap. She thought otherwise while planting a seed. Knowing that complacency could contribute to making it easier for selection if there was another cleansing, stepping up to the plate without the fear of striking out because even the best have a “K,” and sometimes a backwards one, was the only option in my mind. It did not happen right away but eventually I was able to get out of my comfort zone and the sitting members of the house agreed that I should be allotted chair rights.

Fast-forward to 2019, I received a call from a wonderful friend who stated that there was an opening that I could not pass up and that I needed to update my resume. By this time, my resume was dormant because this bus ride was on a long journey that I assumed would keep going until I decided to “pull that string to ring that bell” to indicate to the driver that I wanted to get off the next stop. Prior to the call, our team was changing because that is what life does, it transforms. My friends, (family), decided to branch out by joining other firms or altering their professions, as I knew eventually would occur.

The only other time I made such a dramatic move was back in 1999 when Sal called and asked if I wanted to come to MBIA. Thinking that I was going to retire from S&P there was hesitation in getting out of my comfort zone once again, especially after getting back to being a productive citizen in 2010; losing a job stays with you no matter what. In the end, I decided to take my own advice that I used to dole out to those colleagues that may have needed a push or felt stagnate. It has remained difficult because of the family members that I used to interact with on a daily basis, but we have remained in touch.

For the past four years or so when our oldest was home with us I noticed a ton of books on the living room table and our dinner conversations were elevated because of his knowledge on a whole bunch of diverse topics. And in a switch where the offspring becomes the teacher, I asked him to recommend books for me to read with the intention to discuss our opinions. Sometimes I wondered if my discussions with others were limited to sports and music, so I decided to try something that took me out of my comfort zone. And like other “resolutions,” there was a finite period but during those moments there was a feeling of self-satisfaction because personal growth is a never-ending journey, in my opinion.

Over the past two years as I sat in the pews of church, there was this urge to perform the readings and prayers as I have been feeling a calling, but the fear of public speaking is something that has always seemed to get in the way. Now I realize that it is less pressure than maybe preparing a speech, but one still has to walk up to the altar and narrate to a large audience. In late September, I casually mentioned to Maria that if there was a need for additional lectors and the next thing in my email box was my name as a reader for the seven-thirty mass. I am now part of the rotation- mission accomplished.

As the new year starts, please do not become discouraged if there are missteps along the way and you do not have to wait for the calendar to turn to January to make those resolutions because trying to perform something that you feel will make you better should be an on-going process, again, in my opinion. Today’s setlist will consist of songs that deal with attempting a resolution or getting out of that comfort zone, so some might have “comfort” in the title and others I will give you the reason for its inclusion. (Enjoy!)

1— “Comfortably Numb”- by Pink Floyd – As many of you are aware, Pink Floyd has never been high on my list of favored artists, but I will always recognize and respect their position in music history. I actually purchased “The Wall” when it was released in November 1979, and this remains one of my most favorite tunes. You know how there are times when you are really not a fan of a particular band but then they release a song that you absolutely love- this is exactly what happened to me. The neighborhood dudes, who knew their stuff, would listen to “The Dark Side of the Moon,” for hours upon hours in the well inside Pershing but I could never get into it. But “Comfortably Numb,” I can listen to all day long.

2— “Hollow”— by Pantera-Talk about getting around your comfort zone? Remember when I informed you that a colleague at MBIA told me that “Vulgar Display of Power” was the greatest heavy metal album ever? My first go around, I tossed it to the side and said, “no way.” But little by little, I let it sink in and before you know it, I purchased “Far Beyond Driven.” And I completely get it, if it is not something that you can get comfortable with, then it is not for you. But, if you are on the fence, please go back and listen to the brilliance of this unit. The guitar and drum work by the Abbott brother’s is something that this universe will never experience again. Rest in peace Darrell and Vinnie. Phil and Rex are continuing to fly the flag with this unbelievable band, with help from Zakk and Charlie.

3— “Don’t Comfort Me”— by Sully Erna – I am a huge fan of Sully’s solo work and of course with Godsmack. His second effort- “Hometown Life”- has some golden nuggets (if you have read the page from the beginning, you know that I used to highlight “nuggets” from albums), and this is one of my favorites. Now the lyrics in this tale does not fit the narrative for today’s blog, it is included because it has the word “comfort,” in the title.   

4— “Resolve”- by Foo Fighters- Sometimes it takes resolve to get out of that comfort zone or to achieve what you put in front of you. I know I have mentioned that disc two of “In Your Honor,” changed my life but also want to let everyone know that I absolutely love disc one as well. This album will forever put me on the beach at Cape Cod during the first week of July as we would take our annual trek to Brewster for our week extended stay at Ocean’s Edge when the boys were in grammar school. When I posted my top ten Foo Fighter’s songs two years ago, this tune was extremely close to cracking that list. It is early morning, with only a few people who enjoy this time of the day walking along Crosby beach in either direction as I would listen to both discs in my headphones before heading to buy a coffee and the New York Times.   

5— “Pushin’ Hard”- by Kingdom Come-The late 1980’s, “Before Nirvana,” was my favorite era for music and when this debut by Kingdom Come was released in 1988, I could not get enough of this band. I will never forget when they opened the “Monsters of Rock” festival at the old Giants Stadium, it was a scorching summer day with temperatures in the “nineties” and this unit made it hotter as they tore it up with a fury. It is such a shame that there dissolve was due to sounding too much like the Mighty Led Zeppelin. I did not understand it back then and still do not to this day. Folks, go explore. By the way, sometimes in life you have to push hard to get out of your own way, otherwise known as the comfort zone.  

6— “Breaking the Habit”- by Linkin Park– If one is making a resolution, it could be that they are trying to break a habit. I remember one season of lent where I gave up coffee and for forty-six days, it was extremely tough because it is something that I have each morning when I wake up. As the weeks went on my attention turned to ordering hot chocolate from Dunkin Donuts instead of coffee and before I knew it, I was hooked on that. It was a tough habit to break but I eventually went back to coffee.

7— “Bad Habits” by Thin Lizzy-Sometimes unhealthy habits can hinder the ability to get out of your own way and unfortunately this was the case with Mr. Phil Lynott, who was the leader of one of the most underrated bands in the history of music. Tomorrow represents thirty-eight years since the world lost one of the greatest frontman that has ever stood in front of an audience. The lineups changed over the years and Phil recognized talent when he seen or heard it. It was due to his unending work ethic that he kept Thin Lizzy going as long as they did, and their last studio album “Thunder and Lightning” is another example of his resolve.

8— “Don’t Stop Me”—by Queen -Thanks to Linda, we are all going to see Broadway sing Queen later this month and who does not like Queen- there has to be at least one song, no? I can recall a friend who moved away from Connecticut, and he said they were too “theatrical” for him. Oh well. I remember when my oldest was growing up, this was his ultimate Queen song. I love this tune and you can sing this to all who try to dissuade you from keeping that resolution or try to keep you where you are. Crank this one up!

9— “Comfortable”—by H.E.R. – If you are comfortable in your own skin, I believe it makes it easier for you to achieve all those things that will help you grow. I think that one should never stop growing or learning. And I am always looking for ways to become better. Beautiful song.

10— “Take Comfort” by Bread – One forgets that Bread had a rocking side to them because their beautiful songs get most of the attention. Now this one starts off with a bang and quickly becomes soft but that only adds to the track. I don’t know how you feel about this, but David Gates has to be considered one of the greats of all-time. He had this way of rocking out but could also have been the absolute best at taking it down to such a tranquil level where you drift off as you listen to their stellar career. David is still with us but retired in 2007. I know that I take comfort for the incredible catalog that he has gifted us.  

11— “Country Comfort” by Rod Stewart – Taken from Rod’s second solo album- “Gasoline Alley”- he puts his spin on this Elton John & Bernie Taupin penned tune and the result is absolute perfection as it makes me realize what a career that Mr. Stewart has blessed upon us all. In my opinion, he is a Universal Treasure, and his catalog is stupendous.

12— “Begin Again”- by Taylor Swift – Sometimes in life we have to begin again to either achieve or overcome and in my opinion, which is being human. Ms. Swift is an absolutely amazing performer, and the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame should just put her in now because it is inevitable. I know this is a love song about her new beau but the lyrics that can apply to this topic are “… and for the first time, what’s past is past…” There is no time like the present to get out of your comfort zone and even if there is a hiccup, there is always tomorrow.  

13— “Look @ Me”– by Tesla – There were other Tesla songs to choose from- “Changes,” “Getting’ Better,” but I went with this because it depicts the turnaround that Jeff Keith completed after the band went on a four-year hiatus and his bottom was spinning discs at a gentlemen’s club.  “… Me and my shadow, no-body else around, somehow I lost my way… that was then, take a look at me now…” Yes, we are headed back to Vegas to see this phenomenal live band in April!

14— “Season of Promise”- by Alter Bridge –Each new year brings a season of promise and allows you to take that chance. “… never lose faith… you know we still have time… there’s still a promise yet to find…” I know Creed is back and it appears that 2024 will be the year of their comeback but do not forget about Alter Bridge. Their catalog is deep, and this is a perfect example of their combined talents along with their positive messages. Love it!  

15— “Master Plan”– by My Morning Jacket– Hard to believe that it has been twenty years since the incredible “It Still Moves” was released by MMJ. Once you “get” this band, the music is endless, and you will get lost in their master plan. If you are making a resolution or trying to get out of your comfort zone, there just may be a master plan to help you achieve. When I was at S&P, there was a wall where certain people were highlighted because we all were spread across the U.S. and I will never forget reading this woman’s bio because when asked what album she is taking to that deserted island, her response was “It Still Moves.” You had to see the smile on my face, it is always fun when music is a connection.

16— “Celebration”- by Kool & The Gang – I may be getting ahead of myself but whenever there are small victories or improvements, we should be able to celebrate them and what better song than this? I know Johnny used to promise all his tips at the wedding place he worked in his early twenties to the DJ, begging him to not play this song ever again. And admittedly, this was on our list of songs we prohibited the DJ to play at our wedding. And song #2 was this one. Both my bride and I ran over to him. “Why are you playing this tune?” “Your Aunt Gayle wanted it played and would not take no for an answer.” We both walked away understanding his predicament. Kool & The Gang opened up for Van Halen during the reunion days with Diamond Dave and it worked. They were great!

17— “The Promise”- by -Chris Cornell-This may be a stretch but when you make a resolution, it could be considered a promise. Folks, when I tell you how much it upsets me that Chris Cornell is not in the rock and roll hall of fame, please listen to this masterpiece while asking yourself- how is it that this beautiful, soulful voice is not sitting high above those hallowed halls? Chris recorded this song for the title track of the historical drama film with the same name and I believe he was severely impacted (like many of us) to witness the Armenian Genocide. This could just be the greatest recording of the twenty-first century. If this does not strike you, then I give up. To all of the hall of fame voters, have you listened to this track? I get the feeling they have not.

18— “Promises”- by -Def Leppard– Whenever I hear this tune, it makes me think that Def Leppard has the best harmonizing vocals in rock history. This band is incredible and still rocking their A**’s off (sorry). I love the fact that they keep touring, and I am going to see them this summer, not missing out this time.

19— “Beginnings”- by Chicago– Since it is the beginning of the year, I decided that when resolutions are made it could be the beginning of something special. Even though he moved to Illinois and is in a band named Chicago, Robert Lamm, the lead singer for this tune, was born in Brooklyn. He was one of the founding members and is still with the band. I think songs like this are the best recordings in the history of music. He was born in “Brooklyn Heights”- remember when Michael Rappaport portrayed “Gary” and asked Phoebe if she saw any apartment listings in the paper. When Phoebe says she did not notice any, he takes the paper, and one could see the red circles as he exclaims- “Brooklyn Heights… Brooklyn Heights… Brooklyn Heights.” Yes, I am beyond obsessed and my bride said she does not want to see it on the television any more.

20— “Wind of Change”- by Scorpions – Getting out of your comfort zone can lead to a wind of change. It did for me because I was extremely comfortable living at home, and I knew I had to put my big boy pants on when I proposed to my bride. On our first day out looking for a house to purchase, Mary took us to the third one and we both fell in love with it. Whenever I hear this song, I am downstairs, outside at the front of the Staten Island Ferry as the boat is piercing through the waves as water pellets are hitting my face as the winds of change were upon me. I knew in my heart that it was the correct move and thirty-three years later, it still is. By the way, how great is this song?

21— “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”- by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell –When you make that resolution or plan to get out of your comfort zone remember that there ain’t no mountain to keep you from attaining your goals. In my opinion, this pairing was the greatest ever as I do not think any other combination comes close to achieving what Marvin & Tammi did. I know I sound like a broken record, but this track has to be up there as one of the most significant in the history of music. Thank you, Marvin & Tammi, for sharing your tremendous gifts to the world.

22— “A New Door”- by Lenny Kravitz – Remember, even the smallest of achievements can open a new door, so take that chance to get out of your comfort zone or lane. Folks, when Lenny released “Baptism” and “It’s Time for a Love Revolution,” I was immersed to the point where I took them everywhere I went- on the train, in my car, and when I walked around town. He helped me with the pain of losing my mother and for that I would like to thank him. As we enter a new year, maybe there is something out there that you want to reach for, but you actually may be in the way, and I am here to tell you to take that chance because what is the worst that can happen? There is success in failure. Just know that you are stronger than you think, and you can stretch yourself to achieve that resolution. Again, Happy New Year.