When: July 2003
Where: Parking Lot, Luckman Fine Arts Complex, Cal State LA
Who: My mother
Weather: Hot, dry
In 2003, I took guitar lessons in the hope of having my own band. I also happened to have the same guitar instructor as Miranda Cosgrove, but thought nothing of that. In retrospect, I wish I’d made the connection, but what I really wanted was to have some kind of impact on the wider world.
Southern California may seem exciting and glamorous, but it’s still out west. It’s the edge of the universe, and as a kid you get the message from movies and TV: if you aren’t from the northeast, you might as well be on another planet.
Not everyone took that idea in a bad way, for example Josh Homme. People get enormous freedom and creative energy out of being remote, but I wasn’t one of them. When I heard this song, all I could think was I wish this was my song. But it wasn’t. As time would tell, my relationship with music would come from being part of the audience. For me, that is much more satisfying.
Next: Absorbing an album for the first time.