Recently I’ve had a very strange revelation about when I was younger. I was very much stuck in my own head. I wasn’t really present a lot of time. I took what I knew, what I was doing, and who I was with and wrapped it around me like a little cocoon. Music, of all things, is what made me realize this.
I recently have started to really get into late 90s trip-hop - Massive Attack, Portishead, that sort of stuff. It feels oddly enough, like when I got into The Beach Boys and Queen as a kid. There’s this huge body of work that is just dropped in my lap. It’s like buying the DVD collection of a TV show you’ve never seen before; you just chew it all down as fast as you can in a binge of entertainment. The thing is, this time I was actually around for when the material was new. Hell, I even heard some of it. But it wasn’t my “thing” so I ignored it.
Food has also help strengthen this revelation. I have always been a picky eater and an even more picky “tryer”. I just wouldn’t try new foods, particularly if they had some ingredient I didn’t like in it (mayonnaise being the worst). I’ve been wearing that predilection down slowly over the years, but I think I just about broke it a few weeks ago while I was in San Francisco. A client of mine took me out to lunch at a sushi place and insisted that he order. Since his wife is Japanese and he knew the chef that seemed like a good idea but it meant that I would be eating a lot of stuff I had never touched (the only sushi I had eaten before was tuna, spicy tuna, and eel rolls). Somehow just before lunch I just made it right with myself that I would just eat whatever I was given and that’s exactly what I did. Even the rolls dripping with mayonnaise. And I like every bit of it.
It’s nice being right here, right now… it sounds awesome and tastes even better.