I know... what's with "The Tank" thing?
In fourth grade, I was the fat kid who mowed down the kickball catcher to the harrowing cheers of my school mates. My teacher named me "The Tank". This was the same crochety old lady who told my Mom I talked too much during every parent conference. "You're never going to get anywhere in life Tank if you keep talking so much...". I feel it my duty to take this moment to tell my beloved Mrs. Levine... Suck it!
I'm the "husky" kid in 8th grade with the Metallica Ride the Lightning back patch on his ratty jean-jacket. You've probably already met me. I've been hanging around the Buzz studio for about 8 years. Honestly no one really knows what I do here.
Before the Buzz, I was a bartender, roofer, limo driver, photographer, pharmacy tech, plant salesman, DJ, photo store clerk, and professional ditch digger for the cable company, as well as many many other jobs. Seriously, if it's a job, I've done it. All along the way though, music has been my thing. From Bill Withers & Public Enemy, Aerosmith to Tom Waits, Poison, The Roots, Pixies, and everything in between... I'm a total MUSIC NERD.
So when the Buzz was looking for someone to host the Vinyl Vault, they tapped me; the closest thing to one of those filthy loner historian headphone kind of guys I use to see on the subway in my hometown of Philly (go Phillies!).
NO HATERS HERE. Music has set the background to every one of my memories, hot cheese included. Christmas 1986 - Joan Jett & The Blachearts Black Leather (the hottest cheese goin' - If you know the song, you know what I'm sayin'). My point is, every memory has a story, and every story has a song... so preach your roots. Play YOUR music.
Although I've never been to Paris, or jim Morrison's grave, I've seen many a photo of it. I hope to visit him this coming spring. This past Saturday would have marked his 69th birthday and I stumbled across what I thought was a good article about it.
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One of the most visited locations in Paris is the grave site of Jim Morrison, lead vocalist of the Doors, who passed away in this beautiful city back in July 1971. Morrison’s tomb sits in Pere Lachaise, the historic and beautiful cemetery which also contains the final resting places of such iconic personalities such as singer Edith Piaf, writer Oscar Wilde, composer Frederic Chopin and many others. It is truly a very special resting place for a man that considered himself more of a poet than a rock star.
Morrison’s grave has continually morphed and changed over the years, with a granite headstone and brass plaque replacing the crude bust and base that stood for the first decade and a half after Morrison’s death. Much of the graffiti that was there in the 1980s has been removed and a guard is installed there now to handle the large volume of crowds that come to visit the site on a daily basis.
One can only imagine what Jim Morrison’s latter work would have evolved into had he lived past the age of 27. We were lucky to have him for the time we did and he continues to inspire legions of fans today.
So, today (Dec 8th) on the 69th anniversary of Jim Morrison’s birth, we pay tribute to one of the most dynamic artists of the rock pantheon and remember the fearlessness that guided both his life and performances in search of truly pushing the envelope and forever expanding the boundaries.