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Jul 5, 2005
failed heroes Sadly, this is a semi-serious post. Anyway, I had a moment tonight where one of my childhood heroes fell. It was a very upseting moment, as one can imagine. Tonight, at one of the local fireworks festivals, as is tradition for this particular one, they bring in some musical act. Typically, it is someone who back in the day was pretty big, and has faded a bit. This year: Richard Marx. Yes, I kinda laughed too. But, part of me was kind of excited. During the summer of 1989, Richard Marx was my favorite musician. Not too long after that, I sort of moved on. But, for a few months, Richard Marx was the man. This was the summer of "Right Here Waiting." Even after I moved on from my Marx fanhood, I still kept the song "Right Here Waiting" in the back of my head, and even learned to play it on piano. So, as I'm tossing the football around listening to Richard Marx play, I keep waiting for him to play "Right Here Waiting." Where my group was, we couldn't see the stage, but I vowed that I would go within view of the stage when my song came on. He saved it for the end of the show, since that is his biggest hit by far. By that time I had given up on football and was sitting on one of our blankets chatting with some friends. Then, I sort of notice in the backgroud . . . it sounds like the chord progression for Right Here Waiting. But, I don't hear the piano part. So, I listen intently, and sure enough, I hear it . . . "Ocean's apart, day after day . . . " So, I jump up and start running towards the stage. I get within view of the stage, and one of my childhood dreams has just been acomplished . . . see Richard Marx perform "Right Here Waiting." Except . . . there is no piano. Just chords strummed on the acoustic guitar. And, he has slowed down the tempo, and is doing some weird syncopation in the vocal part. I listen into the second verse, and then I just get mad and start storming back to the blankets. As I get back, my friends start talking about how impressed they were with my running ability, when I shout out "HE'S RUINNING IT." They all laugh. They aren't old enough to understand the significance of this moment. IT really was one of the most disappointing moments of my life. Thanks a lot, Richard Marx. Way to ruin my childhood! posted
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