Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Today would have been my brother's 55th birthday.
In honor of this, I would like tell the story about one of the best Christmas presents I ever received:
When I was in middle school, my holy-roller Christian school had a strict "No Secular Music" policy that my mom applied at home. Therefore, all of my rocking out was surreptitious and covert; everything I had on tape was recorded off the radio or from borrowed record albums (which I used to sneak in to the house by wedging them in the track of the storm/screen on the outside of my bedroom window.)
Right before Christmas that year, my parents and I went to my brother's house for dinner. Before we left, he took me aside and told me to check my coat pockets when I got home. When I did, I found two cassette tapes wrapped Christmas paper: Journey "Frontiers" and Night Ranger "Midnight Madness."
Joy to the World for me that year was having real tapes with actual liner notes and everything, and goes a long way to explain why I always thought (and still think) that my brother was the coolest thing since sliced bread.