When I was getting my hair done the other day, my hair color guru inquired about something I had brought up on a previous visit. “Didn’t you say something about a couple of friends being really sick or something?” she asked.
With a lead in like that you’d think I would immediately recall this conversation but nope.
“Ummm…..What did I say about them?”
“Didn’t one of them kill themselves…?”
I still couldn’t piece it together. It was an uncomfortable moment, to say the least. “I know right now it seems like maybe I made that up that since I can’t remember talking about it,” I said, “but I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Give me a second.”
With each passing minute I looked more and more like a plate of asshole with a side of heartless. “Can you give me any more details about what I told you so I can remember it so you don’t think I lied?” I asked.
I eventually recalled the recent one-two punch of losing two college friends in the span of a week, both under tragic circumstances, but it seriously took about five minutes for the memory to return to my consciousness.
Then, later in that same appointment it took us both about ten minutes to remember that the handyman in “One Day at a Time” was named “Schneider.”
So it’s weird that on the drive home, when I heard the 80’s pop classic “Centerfold” by the J Geils Band on the radio, I easily recalled how to play every note of the first four measures of that song on the trumpet. Hand me a B-flat trumpet – any time, day or night – and I can play, “Nahhh nahhh n’nah nah nahhhh…nah nah nah n’na nah nah nah nah (repeat)”
Give me about 60 seconds and I could put together the entire song.
It was the very first song I played off-book in my junior high marching band, and it’s all still in there – perfectly intact. Memory loss is clearly not an equal opportunity offender. J Geil knew that, too:
“A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped”
— Centerfold, by J. Geils Band
That’s my piece, and that’s my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on…