Sherman Alexie, you are a rock star! I saw you a few years ago at the University of New Mexico--standing room only! I would have screamed, but I was with my adult son, and he would have been mortified. I should have screamed anyway. This essay is brilliant. It's real. I love it.
Thoroughly enjoyed this, Sherman, even as I'm well over a year "late for the dance"! I, too, have a "Detroit Rock City" story...while a cool memory, it's nowhere near as endearing as your recollections! I was behind the mic on FM rock radio back in the day, and discovered a way to "alter" the song, at least to a degree that wouldn't trigger Gene to file a lawsuit (I didn't toy with the music)! With your kind permission, if I may: https://bradkyle.substack.com/p/behind-the-mic-a-personal-peek-into-870
Many thanks, Sherman, and I look forward to digging into more of your 'Stack efforts!
I bet that was quite a performance back then. I also grew up in the era of Kiss but never seen a lipsync cover band of them. Reliving happy memories is always fun. Thank you for sharing.
As ever, beautifully done. All my favorite story experiences: engaging story, every word flexes its muscles eloquently, thought provoking, bittersweet, funny and heartwarming. Thank you.
Feb 22, 2022·edited Feb 22, 2022Liked by Sherman Alexie
Leaning over to stare into the memory gap. This essay resonates with me right now, as I look my to my own youth in an age before our never-off mobile phone surveillance with its manilla self awareness. Nostalgia is a great and powerful drug that heals more than hurts, but it does hurt. I think all medicines come from poison and they kill you in small ways before they heal you in the big way.
Beautiful, thank you for this story. I love the fluidity of these memories, and if we attach significance to our memories, doesn’t the remembering become more real and more important than the remembered events?
We are all the unreliable narrators of our lives. So let's celebrate the unreliable. Not two weeks ago I read of an incident that I had always believed happened in the late 60's. I found out shortly it occurred in 1990. Unreliable, yes, but I did have a good laugh at myself. Thanks
Sherman Alexie, you are a rock star! I saw you a few years ago at the University of New Mexico--standing room only! I would have screamed, but I was with my adult son, and he would have been mortified. I should have screamed anyway. This essay is brilliant. It's real. I love it.
Thoroughly enjoyed this, Sherman, even as I'm well over a year "late for the dance"! I, too, have a "Detroit Rock City" story...while a cool memory, it's nowhere near as endearing as your recollections! I was behind the mic on FM rock radio back in the day, and discovered a way to "alter" the song, at least to a degree that wouldn't trigger Gene to file a lawsuit (I didn't toy with the music)! With your kind permission, if I may: https://bradkyle.substack.com/p/behind-the-mic-a-personal-peek-into-870
Many thanks, Sherman, and I look forward to digging into more of your 'Stack efforts!
I bet that was quite a performance back then. I also grew up in the era of Kiss but never seen a lipsync cover band of them. Reliving happy memories is always fun. Thank you for sharing.
As ever, beautifully done. All my favorite story experiences: engaging story, every word flexes its muscles eloquently, thought provoking, bittersweet, funny and heartwarming. Thank you.
Oh wow, wow!! Thank you for writing this. I can read the joy of this memory.
Leaning over to stare into the memory gap. This essay resonates with me right now, as I look my to my own youth in an age before our never-off mobile phone surveillance with its manilla self awareness. Nostalgia is a great and powerful drug that heals more than hurts, but it does hurt. I think all medicines come from poison and they kill you in small ways before they heal you in the big way.
This is a powerful essay, Sherman🙏🏻.
Beautiful, thank you for this story. I love the fluidity of these memories, and if we attach significance to our memories, doesn’t the remembering become more real and more important than the remembered events?
We are all the unreliable narrators of our lives. So let's celebrate the unreliable. Not two weeks ago I read of an incident that I had always believed happened in the late 60's. I found out shortly it occurred in 1990. Unreliable, yes, but I did have a good laugh at myself. Thanks
Thank you for writing this. Thank you for reading this. Thank you, thank you, thank you.