2/10/17 Back in the Day Music
It’s funny how you can remember some of the gifts in your life and other things just fade away. Just because the GI Joe with the Kung-Fu grip was great when you were nine years old in 1973 doesn’t mean you will remember it when you’re old. I remember the gifts I received at the Christmas of 1993 about the most. A Magic Johnson Double Jam Pop-a-Shot did wonders for my jumper. Too bad I was always terrible at basketball.
I received my first pair of Air Jordan’s and felt like Benny the Jet Rodriguez. Kids these days are spoiled. I see students in my classes that wear ten different pairs of Jordan’s; total brats. I had one pair in my life and I grew out of them quickly, I can assume.
The cream of the crop that year though was my personalized Jeremy Roenick jersey. Man, I was such a Roenick fan. He was always beat up or bloody, he played for my team, and he was always outspoken, for good and bad. Oh yeah, he was the best player in one of the best video games ever, NHL 94. I wore that until I couldn’t pass it off as fitting anymore, gave it to my brother, who then gave it back to Bryce. Over 20 years old and it is still fly.
Watching that clip makes me want to fire up my flux capacitor and have a Sega Genesis weekend romp with my junior high buddies. But evidently that is frowned upon when you’re 32 and have a wife and three kids. Screw you society. When I was about thirteen I received a trampoline from my mom and step dad. That was pretty cool. The amount of use that thing got over the next couple of years was unreal. And I am not talking about one of those wimpy 12 footers with the blue outer pad. I’m talking about the 14 footer with the purple outer pad. The purple made all of the difference.
When I was a freshman in high school, I received my own phone line to my room. This was back in the day when you knew everyone’s phone number by heart and didn’t have to rely on some fancy contraption that stores everything that you should already know. Having this was like having the Bat phone and no one else having that luxury. I still remember receiving “messages”, not voicemails, from friends that were weird, funny, and unforgettable. One evening I received a message from a buddy who said he was thinking about donating his liver to Walter Payton after hearing the Earth shattering news. While I didn’t think it was a well thought out idea, I liked the thought nonetheless. I’m glad I don’t have a house phone now. Otherwise I may have to go through this scene later on down the road and that would just not work out well for the Jake Ryan’s of the world…
But for some reason, my twelfth birthday party remains a staple that may not be surpassed. Now, a surprise party with all of my family and friends for my 30th was great. There will not be anything better, ever, than seeing my wife and two kids with about 75 people behind them. But there is something different about turning twelve. At this party I remember receiving two board games. However, upon closer inspection, I received the same game twice that day. Not only that, it was some game I had never even heard of. Perudo? What the heck was Perudo? It had some fluorescent box color, cups and dice (there wasn’t even a board and that only works if you’re Yahtzee), and it wasn’t even a Milton Bradley game. What a sham I felt. I had two perfectly good gifts wasted on this garbage. But upon further review, keeping both of these copies was a great decision. While the dice have started to crumble a little bit, this game has withstood the test of time. It is more of a liars dice game with a lot of strategy embedded in it. Smaller parties and vacations have been the perfect setting for me to continue playing this game and expanding it to others over all of these years. To whoever gave me these copies, thank you once again.
To go along with that twelve year old birthday party I received another gift, I think from my Uncle Tony and Aunt Kathie. They were young and hip at the time, in touch to all new things, despite the fact that my uncle still sported zubaz pants and a mustache. From them, I received a classic CD.
And with that gift, we go into today’s back in the day music. Today’s hit was released in June 1995 and reached number three on the Billboard Hot 100. It has appeared in a number of TV shows, movies, and commercials over the years. With some research, I learned that our artist this week was nicknamed after a character from the famous cartoon, Scooby Doo. He also made Reggae music somewhat listenable to again, which had not been done since the passing of Bob Marley.
While now I don’t think about what gift I will be receiving next, as my focus as turned to my children, I can only hope that I can provide as many great memories for them as my parents and family provided for me. Perhaps they can look back one day and have the same type of great recollections that I have. With any luck they will remember a few things that were Boombastic enough to cherish for the rest of their lives.