Spend any time with me and you’ll notice 2 things. I’m a ‘living in the present, talking about the past’ kinda guy, and I tend to be amazed by the way that little events and discoveries collide and connect into larger ones.
Example. 2 days ago, I’m in the local coffee place, Perks (wassup Jeff!), sipping coffee, hanging out with Cornwell and cruising Digg.com on their WIFI. I come across this, Opacity. Opacity is a photo site of urban ruins.
Ever since Pink Floyd’s Momentary Lapse of Reason, and Depesche Mode’s Music for the Masses (check out the tracks One Slip, and Agent Orange respectively) I’ve had a connection to large industrial spaces, and associate the sound, musical themes, and the…well…’big-ness’ of these albums with ‘big’ types of spaces, industrial or natural. Opacity fit the bill, so I put it into my Flavor>Saver bookmarks folder to look at later.
Tonight, I peek at Opacity, and what do I find? This, which in turn linked to this
I remember the way it used to be.
I worked there in the summer of 94/5/6. I can remember the first summer there with Scott, and then the second with Ben Dunning and finally the third with Pete too.
I can still remember sitting on the hill behind the dining hall, longing to be out on Prudence on the 4th of July, wondering what I was missing. And the last night of the season when Scott and I (and some dude who’s name I can’t remember) walked around the park. And working at the arcade and giving away free games to little kids who’s parent’s were assholes. The night we helped Trevor pop the clutch on his Mustang. That dude Jameil who worked with Cris Peterson Martin. The way the dude on the music express loved to play Pink Floyd, and the last night…when everyone knew that it was really going to be the last night. The park had just done soooo poorly (mismanagement, bad timing, you name it, who knows?) we all knew there wouldn’t be a summer of 97 season.
The food was bad, the days were long, the pay was crappy, and the customers sucked.
I miss the hell out of the place.