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Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory

I don't really like karaoke or bars but one of my happiest song-related memories is singing this song at the local gay bar with my friends. And no, none of us dared attempt the poor Hungarian's lament. It's just the perfect "I support women's rights and women's wrongs" number.

 
Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory

I don't really like karaoke or bars but one of my happiest song-related memories is singing this song at the local gay bar with my friends. And no, none of us dared attempt the poor Hungarian's lament. It's just the perfect "I support women's rights and women's wrongs" number.

They had it coming
 
Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory
All the best memories are happy mixed with sad. This is about my buddy Jer. I met Jerry in high school. He was a year older, and another theater kid. Did you ever know the person who you were pretty sure was gay, but thought they were firmly in the closet and no one knew? That was Jerry. If he was in the closet, it was at the door. Think of most of the stereotypes, but replace "loves Judy Garland," with "loves Vivian Leigh." But he thought he was passing. We knew, we didn't care. But this was the 80's where you didn't say anything, and that was a positive, since being gay was something that got your ass kicked on the regular if you were out. It sucked. But Jer was such a good guy, a positive, fun guy, no one else pushed him. It was a sucky, weird time for queer teens.

Spring break, his parents decided to leave town. Someone got a couple of cases of beer, Lucky Lager, the cheepiest of cheep. Nothing major, just a weekend of bad movies on the VHS and beer. Even a porno movie...sort of. I mean, more art house porn, as if done by German Expressionists. No one was turned on... Anyway, Jer was a light weight. Before drinking, he downed a glass of cranberry juice to hydrate. Then he had about half a beer. The rest of us went to help a neighbor push a car out of the road. We come back and Jer is gone. Found him in the bathroom, passed out. Before he did, he threw up, missing the toilet. Cranberry juice everywhere. It looked like a goddamned murder scene. We pulled him out of the bathroom, lay him in his room, and just...closed the bathroom door. We peed in the yard all weekend.

The next night, Jer was fine, and we decided to try to get into Portland's first 18 and older strip club. I am not sure we fooled anyone, but about ten 16-17 year olds made it in. Jerry was tipping like he had a job (he did not). I ended up lending him $40, which he never paid me back. He got one of the girls to play The B-52s, his favorite band, then decided to dance with her. The bouncers didn't like it, and we all got tossed out. We were pissed. That place had boobs! Real, live boobs! But he was so happy about it, it turned us around, and we laughed forever.

Memories all tie together. The good, like when he came out to me and buddy Roger, and we both replied with "yes, and?" The look on his face, and the hug, live forever. Last time I saw Jerry was about two months ago, when I put a bottle of cranberry juice and a Lucky Lager bottle cap on his tombstone. That one sucked.

Jer loved The B-52s, their retro camp joy. Cindy Wilson and Kate Pierson's hair especially. I loved Jerry. I think of him when I listen to them. Mostly it is all positive.

"Give Me Back My Man," The B-52s. (+2)


72+5 for perfect attendence = 77.

Thank you to morelikeasong and all the work she goes through to make this place what it is, one of the best places, not just on Lit.

And to all of you, who every day show me such wonderful music I never knew (or forgot about). You all rock.
 
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That part got me choked up. Thank you for sharing his memory. 🫂
Thank you. He died quickly, and far too young. He was a veteran, joining even before "don't ask, don't tell," at a time when admitting who he was and who he loved would have gotten him thrown out at the very least. He was a firefighter, and served overseas in the first Gulf War. He could have been angry, or bitter. What he was was a good man. An asshole at times, but who isn't? But a good person. I loved him dearly. My only wish was that he came out to us sooner. It would have been easier on him to not be afraid we would find out. We knew, man, we knew.
 
Thank you. He died quickly, and far too young. He was a veteran, joining even before "don't ask, don't tell," at a time when admitting who he was and who he loved would have gotten him thrown out at the very least. He was a firefighter, and served overseas in the first Gulf War. He could have been angry, or bitter. What he was was a good man. An asshole at times, but who isn't? But a good person. I loved him dearly. My only wish was that he came out to us sooner. It would have been easier on him to not be afraid we would find out. We knew, man, we knew.
I have a dear friend from college who we all knew was gay and we didn’t care, but he stayed closeted , married, and had a child before coming out. Unfortunately he sowed his wild oats and has lived with HIV for the last 25+ years because we lived in an era where an open relationship between two men was taboo, so trolling for anonymous sex was necessary.
 
I have a dear friend from college who we all knew was gay and we didn’t care, but he stayed closeted , married, and had a child before coming out. Unfortunately he sowed his wild oats and has lived with HIV for the last 25+ years because we lived in an era where an open relationship between two men was taboo, so trolling for anonymous sex was necessary.
I did theater in NYC in the late 80s. (Well, I tried to do theater. Theater was not as interested, and decided we should just be friends.) People dying, before any of the cocktails. It was such a screwed up thing, and everyone in the business was terrified.
 
Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory.

I don't have a great long story here. And nobody wants to read that shit on a Sunday holiday evening anyways. This song is so simple and pure and pretty and its underlying theme of being there for someone you've given your life to resonates with me, for sure. I hope someone else enjoys it as much as I do.

 
Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory.

I don't have a great long story here. And nobody wants to read that shit on a Sunday holiday evening anyways. This song is so simple and pure and pretty and its underlying theme of being there for someone you've given your life to resonates with me, for sure. I hope someone else enjoys it as much as I do.

I love Nate Ruess voice. It is nice to see them stripped down to just trio for this once again. It takes the song back to its bones, and it is such a good song. Also, The Bing Lounge was such a fantastic little venue. Unfortunately, it is closed down.

I enjoyed this very much, thank you.
 
Day 31: A song that reminds you of a happy memory.

When my son was 4, this was one of his favorite songs. He always wanted it played on the way home from preschool, as he sung at the top of his little lungs. "It's spanish and English like me!" He was adorable!

Heaven-Los Lonely Boys
 
Thank you to everyone who participated in the bonus points challenge! Let me know your final tally if you haven’t yet.
I’ll make a post later today or tomorrow about winners/prizes.

For April, the bonus points will only be during decades week.
The month long thing was a fun experiment, but I think it was a bit much. Let’s dial it back.

And thank you all for another awesome month. I love being exposed to new music and also learning more about you. Thank you for trusting us with your vulnerability. Some of the stories shared here have really touched my heart!

Day 1: A song about friendship
 
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