I know I never talked about my trip to NYC. It's not because I didn't have a good time. It's because there was so much I wanted to say about it, but couldn't express it the way I wanted to, that I put it off. Now it's old news.
I remember about 11 years ago when I bought my first CD. "Classic rock" was the big new thing to us then. We were listening to CCR, Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Guess Who, The Doors and so on and so forth. We had discovered some pretty incredible shit let me tell you. I bought Led Zeppelin III.
There was this kid from Jamaica that had been living in Brockville for only a few years. I walked into the arcade after buying the CD and saw him. He asked me what I had bought, and I proudly showed it to him. He sneered at me.
"Why you buyin' the white man's music?" he said with contempt.
I tried to explain to him that it was everyone's music, and that I liked this music, but he wasn't having any of that. I never spoke to him much after that.
