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Well, I went to the Three Rivers Arts Festival and saw Bill Shannon and The Zany Umbrella Circus. I was so relieved when I saw the circus -- Alberto was performing and I thought "Phew! The attack must not've been that bad ..." Only then I ran into B-Funk, who told be that it was Albert, NOT Alberto, who had gotten attacked. I suppose it's a tiny relief that it wasn't an actual friend of mine who was gay bashed, but Albert is still too injured to perform and that's just really fucking wrong. Whether two guys or twenty, it bothers me to no end that I have to share this city with a bunch of violent bigots.

But all in all it was a good day, spent with lurpy and anjeelou, among many, many others (hello Jeremy, Maria, Tait, Adam, and Karl). But the other serious bummer was this: I went to Bill Shannon's first performance today and gave him some pictures I'd taken of him years before. Things were semi-hectic and I didn't get a chance to talk to him at the time, so after the second show I went over to him to basically apologize for being random and mysterious. Well, as soon as I walked over to him he called me by name, which kind of stunned me because I hadn't really expected him to remember me (it has been ten years, after all). I say something to him about being surprised that he remembered me, and he basically says that I'm a hard person to forget, and then he explains why:

Ugh. I don't even know how to explain this. OK, long story short: Bill Shannon and I went to junior high together. One day, in junior high, I did something that I'm not very proud of, a random act of violence, if you will. Bill cited this incident (my father's word to describe it, "incident") and said something about not being able to forget me because I was always "hard core" or something like that.

Yuck. I mean, geez ... imagine you do something really fucked up and stupid, and then when you see an old friend it's the first thing that they remember you for. This is NOT what I want to be remembered for. Remember me for music or theater -- hell, remember me for being a fat geek who was obsessed with The Beatles -- fine by me! But don't remember me for this ...

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(Anonymous)
Jun. 7th, 2004 08:22 am (UTC)
You are hard to forget.
Hope,

It's not the incident that matters. The fact is: you have presence. You're just one of those people that's impossible to forget. I rememmber lots of things; some happy, some sad, some funny. Mostly, I remember you quoting Shakespeare when you were upset with me :-)

--Alan
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