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Small, small world... 2005-10-14 - 3:32 p.m. I swear the oddest things happen to me… After stopping by the accountants to pick up our corporate taxes, I decided to treat myself to lunch at Peking. When I got out of the car I noticed that there in the strip mall was a shop called Mechanicsville Music. Now last night I dreamed about going back to Boston again. Usually in these dreams I am moving back to try and go back to college at Berklee, and re-start my music career. Often I am playing sax in my dreams again, and these dreams are bittersweet and electric at the same time. This time, it was different. I dreamed that Kim and I were going back, not to start over, but to visit my old school and haunts. The change in the dream is slight, but it is comforting and romantic. Instead of being backwards looking and regretting that past, I really felt that I was happy in this dream, and content. Awaking, and realizing this in the shower this morning, really put me in a better mood…I can’t explain it…The Black Dog is still hovering, but I somehow know that everything is going to be alright. I’m strengthened by this incredible woman. Anyway, in the dream I ran into my Ex from college and her boyfriend, and Kim was there. We met in a parking lot and instead of being embarrassed and ashamed to see her, I was able to introduce her to my wife. I remember I felt a little sorry for her in the dream, I guess because I was embarrassed that I was married and had moved on, and well, she looked just like she did the last time I saw her, in 93 or so. So, getting back to lunch today, I’m standing there in front of the music store and I think, why not! I see on the outside the advertisement that they rent band instruments, and I have to admit that usually, after I’ve had one of those dreams about playing, I want to rent one and see if I could pick it up again. Folly, I know, but still. So I go in, and the first thing that I see are several vintage saxes, not something that you see in a VA music store…they have an old C Melody by Bueshcer (still kick myself for not buying one of those beautiful old horns back in the day when I had the chance.), right next to a gold plated Conn, the ones with the lady on the bell. They had a really old silver plated soprano too, and a bunch of baritones. The owner, a guy named Rick comes out and I inform him that I am just looking around. I tell him that I used to play years ago when he asks what instrument I play and he invites me to pick up any of the horns that I want. I fiddle around with the C Melody for a minute or two and when he comes back we start talking. I admired all the old horns and mention that I used to live with a guy that loved and restored old horns like that, named Scott. Holy Crap! It turns out that Scott used to work there repairing horns! Rick and me talk for a while and share Scott stories. Apparently Rick is the guy that got Scott the job at the private school, the last thing I could really find on Scott on the web. Here is where things really get weird. I know its been 15 years or so since Scott and I met, but apparently, Scott has dropped a ton of weight (he was never really fat as much as he was short and stocky), gotten married and moved with his wife to South America! Apparently he met her on one of his cruise ship jobs. The weird thing is that Rick tells me that Scott left town on bad terms with him. After Scott dropped the weight he started wearing 3 piece suits and really dressing up and stuff. He met and married this women from the Cruise Ship, and Rick said that he stopped returning his calls. He had to go and get his horns back from him. Scott told him that he just didn’t feel welcome in the store anymore… Scott was always a weird duck. He was brilliantly smart, and was offered a free ride to school for physics, but choose to follow his muse instead. He had perfect pitch and an amazing ability to analyze music on a mathematical level. He was obsessive in everything…his dress, his movements…he had a continual stick up his butt, and only dated one women the whole time I knew him…We were pretty close friends, as close as friends got to Scott, and we even had a weird little jazz band for a hot minute there, before I got tired of eating Ramon noodles and decided to get a real job, and he took off with Bio Ritmo and other Richmond bands. Scott was such a huge part of my life for such a long time, and then, when he took a gig with the Tommy Dorsey Big Band, we drifted apart. But he was a major influence on me, not on musically, but personally and I really, really miss him. We had a great give and take relationship, because we were so different in a lot of ways. We challenged each other. He was really stubborn and sometimes prickish. Once me, Chaeli and him drove to PENN/NY together so he could visit his family and us, hers. When Chaeli pissed him off he just shut up and lets us drive 3 hours roundtrip out of the way when we missed a turn. He was a crazy man that way, he just didn’t care….he was given to dark moods and irrational anger. He would be incredibly up, zooming on a project for three days straight, and then he would be down and moody for days at a time. Anyway, small freaking world. They have saxes for rent there, $60 for three months…a much better deal that I was imagining. Something to cheer me up today at least. Imagining that I would pick one up again. The weather is turning and I saw this odd yellow glow in the sky for the first time in days. I am still really sick and fragile, and blue as all hell. But for a brief moment today, I was reminded of an old friend. Scott if you really are in South America, I hope you all the joy and success in the world old friend. If you ever get up this way, look me up. We can share a diet coke, and laugh about how old we’ve gotten. previous - next

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