A summer playlist

I had some time to kill today so I started putting together a playlist of songs that I associate with summer and then things just spiraled out of control. As much as I now profess that winter is my favorite time of year because the passion to ski dominates so powerfully I have to take a step back and reassess that. That damn playlist really got me thinking. How far back do I take it? High school? Sure, why not? From my summer working at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk I got my first taste of punk and it was gooood. I felt like I had to hide it from my parents though because it didn't quite fit in with their Fleetwood Mac and Chicago albums (not knocking those). Operation Ivy, The Dead Kennedys and Suicidal Tendencies and Black Flag make the list. What about college? Of course!! Granted, this covers a period of time that rivals Bluto Blutarsky's but it's a time that was SOAKED in music. Lollapalooza's, HFStivals, Myrtle Beach, OBX, road trips and slack style unemployment all figured into the mix. Oh but it doesn't end there! The list rounds out when thinking of trips to Dewey, concerts with Rach and digging into new bands as locations change. This thing is never going to get done but hopefully I can create enough of a mix to evoke great memories from summer times past.

Keeping secrets

Does anyone keep things on the "D.L." anymore? I suppose with millions of blogs, facebook, myspace and of course, good old fashioned person to person gossip, the prospect of keeping a secret is far and few between. Keeping information in confidence is the new slow leak. Don't want to sack up and tell someone what really should be said face to face? Well hell, just ask an acquaintance or a "good friend" if they can keep a secret, let fly with the scandalous little tidbit and let things flow from there. Then, it gets to work it's way through the grapevine and by the time the party who should've been told first hand finds out the blow is softened, right? Whatever. I'm not saying that keeping secrets is in the best interest for anyone and human nature seems to insinuate that you're going to explode if you can't tell anyone but let's be honest, you can keep things to yourself and you're not going to die from that. The whole reason you want to let it out is from pure guilt and a friend shouldn't have to bear that for you. Nor should the person that the info is intended for have to stand by unknowing while everyone else in the network disseminates what they heard or interpreted into a whole new story. That's why the insecure people have to tell someone. They can't handle it and want someone else to do the dirty work for them. Sometimes they tell the wrong person and it gets to someone who doesn't mind getting dirty. Hmm. I think maybe I got some "work" to do.