Out and about today, Evel the evil iPod ponied up this one.
It was 1978. I was 16. Kiss had put out four solo albums. Since we couldn’t afford to buy all 4 individually, my brother and I decide to split the difference. I bought Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons, and Randy bought Peter Criss and Ace Frehley. The agreement being that we could listen to each other’s albums. Pretty forward thinking for a couple of teenagers who shared a stereo and a bedroom.
As the song was playing I was transported back to then - first southern Maine, then northern Maine. My father was stationed at what was then Loring AFB. I am acutely aware I just used “then” three times in two sentences. Read into that what you will.
By then I had already been in love, for whatever that is worth. I am 53 and I really don’t know what love is supposed to be, but I am aware that the window is closing. All the loves I will have have most likely already happened.
But.
Life has a way of surprising us. I never saw Audrey coming.
My problem is that I am not “out there.” And if one would hunt tigers, one must go where the tigers are.
The job search is…
Shit.
Why am I trapped here? Elderly parents who are going to need help. A special needs daughter who is safe now. But I can’t take a job out of state. And that is where all the jobs are.
After being gone for so long, leaving again just doesn’t seem right.
Listening to “Take Me Away” realized there was some seriously incredible drumming going on in the background. Carmine Appice. Go figure a 16 year old me would take 38 years to recognize one of the best drummers who ever lived.
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