I saw this thing going around on Facebook recently. Made for an interesting little writing excursion, and I have mine here for you.
1) On one day in April, 2003, the band I was playing in performed two shows in two major cities in two countries in one calendar day. It went something like this: Play 1 hour set in Paris at 2am. Hang and dance with the locals ’til 5am. Drive 12 hours to Zurich. Play 2 hour set at 8pm in Zurich. Party with the locals ’til whenever. Pass out for two days.
2) I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. Kinda still do.
3) I’m fascinated by the concepts and mathematics of chaos theory. I probably don’t get most of the deeper shit, but I love it. I’ve got ideas to build a synthesizer using some of those concepts, too.
4) A few years ago I was a Bay City Roller for a tour, playing keyboards at a bunch of shows including the Hatch Shell in the pouring rain. Subway Jared got his picture taken with me that day. At another show I autographed someone’s motorcycle. At the owner’s request! Well, he said he was the owner, anyway.
5) Sixteen Candles is one of my all-time favorite movies. I probably know every line, and it weirds me out when I see it on TV showing additional scenes in the dining hall.
6) I would jump at the opportunity to compose for a women’s choir.
7) I very much would like to take batting practice in a major league baseball stadium (preferably Fenway, but they’re all magical in their own way). I’m sure I’ve got a little pop, I want to see how much. Just once. Or twice. I mean, am I just getting it out of the infield on a good swing? Or am I someone who on a good day can trust a little backspin and backwind to push one out of the shallowest part of the park? Will I ever know?
I love chess. I’m not very good at it and am susceptible to rash moves, but I like to think I’m learning.
9) When I used to do tech support at a major music software company, this guy called tech support frustrated, ’cause that’s what happens, and we ended up with a solution where I had to send him an update disk to correct the problem (disks!). This required him to await the disk, which didn’t please him very much, of course. But there it is, so I say, “Can I get your last name so I can get your registration up?” “Zevon.” Shit. Can there possibly in a million years be another Zevon calling me for music tech support? Please? “First name?” “Warren.” Dammit.
10) I made my first “record” when I was about 10 or 11 with my brother, my sister and our two best friends, all live to cassette tape in one night. Although I had taken piano lessons for a couple of years before that, that’s the night I knew I wanted to make music. I still have the cassette.