Between The Lines

Mena's brilliant post inspired me to take a look at the albums of my youth.

 

Anyone who has this album has played some major air guitar. This was big then. (....it still rocks.) 7th grade Back in Back was one of my first records. I remember getting it at Stanford Shopping Center. Kenny Solari also got this record during the weekend after soccer practice. Jason Brady played it during a sleep over. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I got everything at Stanford Shopping Center now that I think of it. This was right after Atari 2600 was rocking and Colecovision was coming out.  I met a cousin of Brook Shields (ok...i was a gullible seventh grader, but she was hot) and she game me her phone number. It was all about the song "Heat of the Moment"

I played hundreds of over the line games at La Entrada during the summer. Again and again and again. I don't miss walking home after those games up the hills of Sharon Heights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rock the Casbah. I listened to this a million times and taped it on no less then a dozen different mixed tapes.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her name was Rio and she dances on the sand.  Shirley dated this dude from Europe named Ulrich and he brought this over fresh off the import rack. Ended up seeing Duran Duran in concert at the Oakland Arena freshman year with Colin Rudolph, Kim Machintosh and Sylvie Howe. Was a blast. Go Patrick Nagel. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were working as a waitress
In a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out
I shook you up
And turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on
you've got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don't forget
It's me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too
Don't, don't you want me
You know I can't believe it
When I hear that you won't see me
Don't, don't you want me
You know I don't believe you
When you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back
Or we will both be sorry

OK...pretty scary that I know those words.

Journey Escape. The mother of all albums. Open Arms, Don't Stop Believing, etc. Every song was a hit and all from a band from the bay area. Got the song book. I learned Open Arms on the piano and can still play it for memory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was big Phil Collins fan and saw him in concert every chance possible. (Actually was a bigger Genesis fan!) Got the song book, learned the album on the piano. This album reminds me of playing hoops in 7th and 8th grade. Bethany (the team from East Palo Alto) would kick our ass everytime we played them over at Burgess gym where we played our games.

 

This is where I was introduced to this guy named Gordan Matthew Thomas Sumner. This reminds me of Miss Bailey's art class in 7th grade. She had such a thick Boston accent, I can still hear people saying, "in this situation..." I had a birthday party that year where we got this cool thing called a video tape (VHS) and saw The Stunt Man.

Another One Bites The Dust was a rally song at Burgess Dances (the first friday night of each month there was a dance for 7th and 8th graders). There were some legendary stories from Burgess dances that my friends and I still talk about. Actually, now that I think about it, my brother Bill had this album.

I had the pleasure of working the Six Apart booth yesterday at Web 2.0 in San Francisco and walking a number of people through the capabilities of Vox. Was a great reminder of how amazing Vox is as a tool. People were impressed with:

• flexibility that all of the formatting tools provided
• the ease at which one can import their images from Photobucket or Flickr,
• books from Amazon
• videos from YouTube
• privacy levels, where you can post for your friends, your family, your neighborhood or the world
• the gorgeous layouts
• the amazing content
• the discoverability of that content 
  

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One man said, "if I had all my friends on Vox, why would I ever use Facebook?" Another woman said, "my mom could use this tool." 

After Vox's one year anniversary it had over 4 times the monthly visitors as Twitter.

Great job Vox team!!

Nothing like the Yankees / Red Sox rivalry to spark interest in the baseball season. Watching the intensity of the fans, players and coaches is a testament to the love that they all have for the game, the willingness they have to compete and the pure enjoyment they get from the experience.

(Go Red Sox!)

There is a feeling every year that defines spring. For me it is the smell of freshly cut grass, pine tar, chew spit, cigars, stale beer and that occassional burnt wood smell that happens when you foul back a fastball that you just miss. Each city (ok...maybe not in SF this year) there is optimism. Every hitter can hit .400, every pitcher can win 20 games and there is ALWAYS the hope that the New York Yankees will fall on their space. What happens to players? Your legs get sore from standing in the field during batting practice, your hands get destroyed from getting jammed (pitchers are always ahead of hitters) you get blisters cutting through your hands and everyone is scrambling jockeying for their position. In the Minor Leagues, you don't learn where you are going until the day before you break camp.