My boy performed with the Caleb Chapman Bands last night in a great venue - the Masonic Temple on appropriately named South Temple Street (even if named for another Temple).
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| Caleb Chapman's Hooligans Band with my boy on on bass drum and cymbal Photo by another boy of mine used without permission (but I don't think he'll sue me) |
One of the famous people last night, of whom I had never heard because I don't watch much "reality" TV talent competition, was Ryan Innes who apparently was a finalist or something on "The Voice."
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| Ryan Innes, vocalist |
She came in just as class started and hurrying up the far right steps in the MARB, she plopped down on the step next to me and started humming Donna Summer's "Love to Love You Baby." I took it as a sign.
My buddy KW and I liked those upper rows. He was to the left of me. It's always good to have an exit aisle for an escape route if needed. And there was no escaping that the girl was cute. I mean, really cute. Dark brown hair, cute, did I already say "cute?" I was instantly smitten.
She liked the same back seats near the aisle because on days when she wasn't late, she was up in that area of seating. So I tried to arrange it with KW always to be up there. Sometimes she sat right next to me! More confirmation of a sign.
And if our freshmen antics were to occur today, yes, I probably would have been arrested. In those days you could go to the Administration building and see anyone's class schedule. I had seen her name on her notebook so that part was easy. I knew where to be strategically placed between classes in hopes of seeing her.
The world was different then. Good grief, we used our Social Security numbers as our Student ID and wrote it in all our books! And to date, I don't know of anyone who even attempted to steal my identity. I did lose my German book a lot. They knew me as a regular retrieving at Lost-and-Found. Maybe any identity thief didn't want to be me as I had a big "L" on my forehead.
The girl from Psychology class disappeared from my life. I went to Brazil and gained a little maturity. I found my beautiful and wonderful wife a year or so after getting back to the Y. I don't pine for old girlfriends, even half-imaginary ones. But, that song. . . .
Every love song in the world makes sense when I’m near you girl
It’s amazing how they knew what I feel for you
There’s something sitting on my chest. Can’t seem to find my breath
But it’s nothing, it's nothing new I go crazy pretty baby every time
I’m Next to You.
Stupid is as stupid always does yeah and I got you to blame
Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your size they drive me so insane
I’m a stumbling, mum mum bada mumbling, fumbling for the words to say to you
It’s nothing new woo hoo I go crazy pretty baby every time girl
I’m Next to You.
When it comes to you baby I don’t got a clue
Why I try to cross that great divide
But then you come, my face goes numb, my words turn dumb
Baby there you go looking so fine, looking so fine
But you’re never gonna be mine.
Stupid just happened right there and I got her to blame.
Her lips, her eyes, her smile, her size they drive me so insane
I’m a stumbling mum mum bada mumbling, fumbling for the words to say to you
It’s nothing new woo hoo
I go crazy pretty baby every time
I go crazy pretty baby every time
I go crazy pretty baby every time
I’m Next to You.
I wouldn't blame her, though. Stupid happens enough around me not to blame others - especially the Girl from Psychology.
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| Wishing upon Stars - the dome of the auditorium in Salt Lake City's Masonic Temple. |
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