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Where did it go?

So I got an email from my old boss Marty from the car business the other day – what’s up?

Recently got another email from one of my highschool girlfriends I hadn’t heard from in about 12 years getting back in touch – what’s up?

It all kind of hit me – what is up? Where is everyone I used to know? What are they doing now? Where are they? Married? Single? Still alive? Happy?

I went and looked at the alumni page for my high school – Poway High. Funny, I only recognize a couple of names. I’m only in touch with one or two of the people I knew then.

Where has it all gone? Those days of piling into the old 83 Buick Regal with friends and heading down to downtown San Diego, Coronado, anywhere we could go? Pink Floyd on the radio, careless, sometimes reckless days and nights…

Now, 12 years later, what do I have to show for it? A paid off car, some credit card debt, an apartment full of stuff (too much stuff!), a job that pays the bills with just a bit left over, and a few friends.What happened to all the dreams? Flying? That one’s still on hold. Fast car? I miss my IROC desparately. Travel? Good question. I look back and it’s all seemed to flash/slip/slide/ by like mile markers in the Nevada desert or waves at Tourmaline Beach. I find myself looking back and I can barely remember. Like a dream from last week, it all seems so unreal, like it never happened. But I know it did. Now I find myself looking at 40 and I have less time to go until then (provided I reach it) than I have to look back on since high school.

I’m not asking for pity, just trying to understand is all. Hitting an early midlife crisis I guess.

The next logical question is where do I go from here? Aside from Cindy, I don’t have much to tie me down to Vegas aside from my job. I could move, but where? Aside from just moving, what do I hope to learn and accomplish? Where do I want to travel? All good questions which will require further tought.

Trying to turn this into a positive (as Adrienne tought me with the song “Accenutate the Positive”), I’m going to look at this as a clean slate, more or less. Opportunities. Open spaces. America. Earth. People. All out there for me.

I’ve already started with me – see my blog on trying to become half the man I am. So I think I’ll do a bit of work on my room, the apartment, and maybe go out to the Strip tonight for some sightseeing. Yeah, I haven’t seen the fountains in front of the Bellagio in quite a while – always very good – and free! Maybe wander into Margaritaville…

Thinking about all this reminds me of (shock and amazement!) one of my alltime favorite Buffett songs (this blog is titled “Parrothead Jeff” for a reason) from “Off to See the Lizard.” “Changing Channels” has a very quiet, contemplative feel to it. It speaks of the past, present, and future in much the way I think of them. It was the last song of the last encore – the last song of the show at the first Buffett concert I went to, but I knew and loved it for quite a while before then. Back on September 23, 2003, Cindy came out to San Diego for the show and that’s when we really hit it off. I was going to Microskills to get my computer certifications and I knew I wouldn’t work at Captain’s Cove forever. It was already looking like I would be moving to Vegas and away from everything I comfortably knew. A more appropriate song for the occasion I cannot imagine.

Read the lyrics, maybe look up the song and give it a listen. I think it’s appropriate now. Come to think of it, check out the entire album – “Off to See the Lizard.” Great stuff.

Another song by Buffett that’s appropriate for this post is “Last Mango in Paris.” It’ll give you a pretty good idea of what I’d like to be able to say about my life when I’m near the end. Last, but certainly not least, is “La Vie Dansante” which translates to “The Dancing Life.” Pretty good idea of how I try to think about the world.

CHANGING CHANNELS
Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally

Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella

CHORUS

She’s changing channels
Stayin’ on her toes
She’s just changin’ channels
As she goes

This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fisherman and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
and history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven’t got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn’t matter anyway

CHORUS

They are changin’ channels
Crazy girls and boys
They’ll be changin’ channels
Changin’ toys

Survivors of tidal waves
children of former slaves
don’t it that they behave
Like it’s another world

There’s an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream

CHORUS

They were changin’ channels
Waitin’ for their sails to fill
They were changin’ channels
Always will

They’ll be changin’ channels
Waitin’ for their sails to fill
They’ll be changing channels
Always will

LAST MANGO IN PARIS
Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley

I went down to Captain Tony’s to get out of the heat
When I heard a voice call out to me, “Son, come have a seat”
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies

He said, “I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And “Jimmy, there’s still so much to be done.”

I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol on each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on wall street
With my high fashion model wife
Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife

I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done

We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the skies
And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
When I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said

I ate the last mango in Paris…
….so much to be done.
Why don’t we wander and follow la vie dansante

LA VIE DANSANTEThey can can come take it all away
Break your heart in the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ship heading for the rocks

See the time melting off the clocks
There’s a light shattering all the locks
And saves me
It saves me

Chorus
That’s why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That’s all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don’t you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That’s all you’ll want La Vie Dansante

Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders

Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feeling

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2 comments to Where did it go?

  • Sifrona Cotton

    Not just any old 83 Buick Regal…it was the “Land Barge”. Don’t forget the time you launched it onto a rock! Also, we didn’t just listen to Floyd. There was Scorps, Van Halen, Sammy Hagar, and Alice Cooper… There was the time you got locked in the Toyota Supra (at the convention center), the trip to La Plage Noir, Six Flags. Then there’s always Foreigner two years in a row, Van Halen (Balance), and Scopions/Alice Cooper. Not to mention all the air shows at Mirimar we went to. Maybe you just need to come to Chattanooga and we can stir up trouble here in Tennessee! (Oh, and don’t let the steering wheel get in the way…)

  • NiPs

    Yeah dude, definately feeling the itch to talk to some ppl I haven’t talked to in a while. It sounds like you had some damn good times in the Buick, I had a K car station wagon myself.

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