After a hard day of trying to understand what in the world is going on at my place of employment; my manager and I skip the old work talk and start to delve into other subjects. It can be the current happenings of old work acquaintances or it can be a subject that we both bond over.
James and I share a commonality that is hard to get. I can imagine in some back office of a Target, maybe the former drummer of Trixter is talking to his co-worker who was in Uriah Heap.
“Remember the tour buses!”
“Sure do! And the women too!”
Then they turn around and begin to dully enter data into their spreadsheets. Their minds drifting from the numerics to a stage set in front of screaming fans and pyrotechnics.
James and I share this relationship.
James was once in a touring band. I have his CD in my collection. His group once played to a cheering audience at the Apollo. He tells me stories of sitting back stage with just about any old school R&B group you can throw out there.
Now we are trying to get some executives to understand that we need to increase our budget.
At some point in my life, my life began to fracture into a dual existence. I felt like people would tire of me and think of me as the classic one-upper. So I just kept my mouth shut. People just knew me as the good surfer guy and that was good enough for me.
So even now I keep my past on the down low. When someone talks about punk music, I just tell them I saw this band or that one. When they talk about surfing; I just tell them I surfed in Hawaii and leave it at that.
I don’t think people can relate to playing pool with T.S.O.L. or sitting in the competitor grand stands at the OP Pro with a World Tour surfer and talking about what board to ride before his heat. Or the president of a company calling you to see the premiere of a movie and lending you dress clothes as you stroll down a red carpet runway.
“Sir, if you have a question about this just let me know and I can help you out”.
My mind goes back in time. Back to when the UPS truck would drop off a box of equipment and free clothes. Questions!?! I can tell you more about this product than you will ever know, kid!
Then I come back to now. He is just a kid working in a shop. He doesn’t have a clue.
“Just looking”, I say and smile.
So, this is life after the “Fame Train” has dropped you off. Work looms for me. Maybe someone will listen to my ideas and maybe it will be an easy day. I hope this check is bigger than last week.
I drift back to the trip to the Bahamas. Adam and I in a bar drinking with Benny Hill…