The thing about moving is finding all the stuff you know you once had but had seemingly lost at some point. Case in point, found a box of old NES cartridges buried in a box deep in the basement. Next to them was a box full of old nursing school books… why I kept them I have no idea, but there they were in their spine-busting weight.
On top of those things I’ve been rewinding my personal mixtape thru Spotify, revisiting songs from years ago, finding new ones and having a good time. One tangent led me to an old favorite, Less Than Jake, I can remember spending hours with them as the soundtrack of my life back in the late 90’s, reading some of the books I found in another box, like The Master and Margarita and a collection of Lord Byron’s writings (I was a humanities major the first time through). Heady stuff.
Thanks to YouTube I can pseudo-relive seeing them live. The venue is very similar to where I saw them twice. Small, dark, dingy, hot and sweaty. They put on a crazy, zany goofball show, and I had a blast. Seeing them again makes me smile.
Lost on the Floor 