This morning I stopped by the old emergency shelter where I served my 1st year as a therapist and was invited to stay for breakfast. Though the offering of free food was delightful, I had such an amazing time being there with the staff and residents. My feelings have not changed for how much I loved working there. Sure, the work took an emotional and physical toll, and occasionally the hours stretched into the night but it's the connections made with residents and staff alike that became important and invaluable. Feelings at their rawest.
Earlier this week I was asked to participate in an interview that discussed the past and present state of the local Pomona music scene so this afternoon I sat in front of the legendary Glasshouse, had a camera focused on me, and began my interview. It was a great honor to share my thoughts on such a topic because it allowed me to recall distant memories of band sessions in garages, bedrooms and other misc spaces. It was a lot of a fun participating in such an event as Pomona will always have priority over any city as it shaped my persona and for that I will always be grateful for all the special memories it helped create.
Additionally, I picked up a sweet record player for $20 and immediately began to play all my old vinyl that has remained trapped in plastic sleeves and decaying cardboard the past few years. Time for an Amoeba run!
In the end I spent a day revisiting a past life. Breakfast at the shelter, pan dulce at my favorite panderia, a quick browse through Rhino Records, an interview discussing the music scene I was inspired by which now inspire others, and the acquisition of a device that plays the soul of the 60's through crackling, hissing audio as I am hypnotized by the spinning of a timeless plastic pancake.
The needle sung a song so reminiscent of how life was when we were young and how we have worn that record out time and time again. The physical changes are noticeable but the songs remain the same.
-FB
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