Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Music: Improvisation-One: Commuters
A short djembe improvisation based on my feelings of commuting from to work on the Hankyu train line watching all the people riding the train to unknown destinations.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
My Jordan's
Writing Prompt: Memorable Shoes, Meals, coats or Handbags
The first pair shoes I remember owning where a pair of first edition Nike Air Jordan's. Micheal Jordan's first signature shoe that started the signature shoe craze in the 90's. They were black and red and very stylish for the times. I was just a kid and asked my mom to buy them for me. I don't know why she did, they were expensive. One hundred dollars at that time was a lot of money for shoes, but she bought them for me anyway. She may of had some big dream of me becoming a basketball player and if she bought me these shoes it would come true. I'm not sure that's just speculation.
She bought them for me and the first thing I did when got home was bust out my print film camera. Including some pictures with me beating the Legend of Zelda for NES there was also a collection of photos of the Air Jordan's my mom had bought me. I must of been the happiest boy in the world because I have photos of those shoes from the front, the back, the sides, from the top and bottom. Even took some shots of them on my feet. They were so beautiful that I didn't even want to wear them, but of course I did.
That night I had baseball practice. That's right it was in the summer and I was in a baseball league. So I wore my brand new Micheal Jordan basketball shoes to the park to play baseball. All the other kids on the team were like, "Wow!" But I'm not sure why I didn't own a pair of cleats to play baseball, but anyway it had been raining so the field was all muddy. All I can remember from that time is standing in the batter's box and taking some swings at the ball getting my new Jordan's all muddy. I don't remember if we ran or even did anything else just standing there looking at my feet and fighting the urge to cry because my beautiful shoes were full of mud.
The first thing I did when I got home from baseball practice was to clean my shoes. I got out some brushes and soap and stoop in the sink cleaning those shoes. I cleaned them pretty well but they would never be brand new again. Until my dad came through the door. He look at me and asked me, "What do you have there son?" "There my new shoes mom bought me." "Oh, really." After a short consultation with my mother the next thing I heard was, "They cost how much?!?" And my dad took the shoes from my hand did a nice once over with the brush and put them back in the box and walked out and put them in his car. He came back in and told me he would be taking them back to the store tomorrow. I ask why and of course I already knew. They cost too much. "Shoes shouldn't cost more than twenty dollars." That was his philosophy at the time.
The shoes were gone. And later when we took my film to the drugstore to get it developed there they were in photos. The shoes I had for one day. My Jordan's.
The first pair shoes I remember owning where a pair of first edition Nike Air Jordan's. Micheal Jordan's first signature shoe that started the signature shoe craze in the 90's. They were black and red and very stylish for the times. I was just a kid and asked my mom to buy them for me. I don't know why she did, they were expensive. One hundred dollars at that time was a lot of money for shoes, but she bought them for me anyway. She may of had some big dream of me becoming a basketball player and if she bought me these shoes it would come true. I'm not sure that's just speculation.
She bought them for me and the first thing I did when got home was bust out my print film camera. Including some pictures with me beating the Legend of Zelda for NES there was also a collection of photos of the Air Jordan's my mom had bought me. I must of been the happiest boy in the world because I have photos of those shoes from the front, the back, the sides, from the top and bottom. Even took some shots of them on my feet. They were so beautiful that I didn't even want to wear them, but of course I did.
That night I had baseball practice. That's right it was in the summer and I was in a baseball league. So I wore my brand new Micheal Jordan basketball shoes to the park to play baseball. All the other kids on the team were like, "Wow!" But I'm not sure why I didn't own a pair of cleats to play baseball, but anyway it had been raining so the field was all muddy. All I can remember from that time is standing in the batter's box and taking some swings at the ball getting my new Jordan's all muddy. I don't remember if we ran or even did anything else just standing there looking at my feet and fighting the urge to cry because my beautiful shoes were full of mud.
The first thing I did when I got home from baseball practice was to clean my shoes. I got out some brushes and soap and stoop in the sink cleaning those shoes. I cleaned them pretty well but they would never be brand new again. Until my dad came through the door. He look at me and asked me, "What do you have there son?" "There my new shoes mom bought me." "Oh, really." After a short consultation with my mother the next thing I heard was, "They cost how much?!?" And my dad took the shoes from my hand did a nice once over with the brush and put them back in the box and walked out and put them in his car. He came back in and told me he would be taking them back to the store tomorrow. I ask why and of course I already knew. They cost too much. "Shoes shouldn't cost more than twenty dollars." That was his philosophy at the time.
The shoes were gone. And later when we took my film to the drugstore to get it developed there they were in photos. The shoes I had for one day. My Jordan's.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)