As we get closer and closer to Zelda’s birth, I find myself subconsciously drifting towards things in my life that existed before all of the beautiful craziness of the past few years. I think that in the back of my mind, I am rehashing and reliving everything that has happened in my thirty-one years on this planet. Dare I say it: I am beginning to feel a bit nostalgic. This is hilarious, because I am not nostalgic about almost anything. Well, that’s not entirely true. I am nostalgic about a shitty metal pot that was given to me that my grandmother used to use to cook rice in (rice cookers are bullshit), and (of course) Clearly Canadian sparkling water.
So, I have tried to do things of late that I did in my younger and more formidable years. I am not sure why. I don’t like to think of it as a “last hurrah,” because having a kid doesn’t change things you can and can’t do…just the perspective. For instance: I tried to drink “a lot of beers” the other night. I was three beers in and got super dizzy. All I wanted to do was eat a burrito and go to sleep (something I also did in my youth). I settled on no burrito (acid reflux, obviously) and slept instead. I also attempted to wear jeans the other day, which I used to wear all the time. I don’t know. I hated it. I didn’t make it past the bedroom. They are so uncomfortable to me. Unless you haven’t noticed, I am exclusively a corduroy man now. I think I’ll stay that way. Maybe one day I’ll get some Dad jeans.
The other, more noticeable thing I have done lately is listen to the music of my youth. I think music will always remain a big part of my life. It’s not that music is bad nowadays, I just can’t relate as much as I did when I was young and impressionable. Now I am older and hard to amuse. Sure, I haven’t “played” music in a band in almost a decade, and the only thing I do musically now is make parody songs about farting. Maybe I’ll throw in a slam poem about onion rings. Depends on the day. It’s still music, and I still love it. I’m not confident enough to ever call myself a musician, or admit that I was good, but I always had music to keep me going. That was especially true in my late teens/early twenties. I think we all go through musical phases and eras. The most significant one for me was that time period during my college years. It was during that time period that I saw the most concerts and played the most music (At least the music that was meaningful to me). Although I rarely talk to the guys I used to play music with now, I know they (hopefully) feel the same way.
If there had to be a song that culminated the entirety of that time period – the good feelings and fun, I would say it would be Piebald’s “American Hearts.” Such a fun band. I hope one day I can tell Zelda that I was cool once and went to see Piebald play several times. I loved every minute of it. Unlike Q and Not U (the band I went to see the most), the dudes in Piebald were not douchebags. Piebald was always such a fun show, and I think the only thing I will miss from my youth, or the only thing I am nostalgic for during that time, is that carefree feeling of seeing a band like Piebald. I know there are plenty of opportunities to see bands in the future. Hell, maybe I’ll take Zelda to see her first concert. I hope I do. But I’ll never feel the same as I did when I was 18 and seeing Piebald for the first time. They closed the show at Peabody’s with “American Hearts,” their most iconic song.
I have listened to Piebald ever day over the last two weeks. I didn’t really notice I was doing so until I saw the number of times it has played via iTunes this morning. Subconsciously, I’m part of it! Travis Shettel was right. I can’t wait to make Zelda listen to it someday. I don’t want to pressure her into doing anything, but maybe….MAYBE…I will shove enough indie rock down her throat that she will like it. The corduroys come later.