It must be the fact that I’m edging on the age of 30. I haven’t experienced nostalgia to the extent that I have this year as of yet. I’m finding this real fulfillment in reconnecting with friends that I haven’t spoken to in more than ten to twenty years. Maybe it’s because I’m reminding myself of my roots. Maybe I’m simply remembering who I am. Does anyone relate to this?
I recently connected with an old friend. The first kat I ever played music with. We started a band when we were about eleven and called it “The Babies”. Later on it morphed into “Joker’s Wild”, and had many different random members. So by the time I was a teenager I was finding my identity as a musician, artist and writer.
I didn’t realize how vital that friendship was until I reconnected with this dude. We hadn’t spoken in about sixteen years. But I found that he was still playing some really great music. I myself make a somewhat meager yet livable salary as a musician as well. It made me look at most people my age and realize that they had taken a job for reasons of money. But not so with my old friend and I. We were both continuing to follow a dream we dreamed up in sixth grade.
So of course I had to write a song for this friend, in the midst of a realization of why I am who I am- and to never give up on pursuing a dream so deeply ingrained.
I made a video for the song as well. It’s called “266 West Streetsboro Street”- my old address in those days: