Even though it happened twenty years ago today, it still feels like it was yesterday.
I was standing alone in my upstairs bathroom. Just an introverted thirty-four-year-old man looking at himself in the mirror — and shaking like a leaf. It was 3 p.m. and very soon I’d have to muster up the courage to get in my 2001 Ford Focus and drive over to South Bethlehem for sound check.
August 6th, 2004 is a day I will NEVER forget.
I suppose it’s best to give you a little bit of the back story before I continue on with this tale of one of my greatest memories. So here goes:
From the day I first picked up my grandmother’s hand-held tomato slicer as a seven-year-old boy, pretended it was a guitar and did my best Ace Frehley interpretation, it’s been my dream – shredding my guitar (not tomatoes) on a huge stage while staring out into a sea of people. And so began the pre-Internet days of callused fingers, long walks downtown to the music store for weekly lessons and countless hours spent practicing Mel Bay scales and Metal Method mail-order licks.
Unfortunately, my newfound interest in music, repetitive practice and Les Paul guitars also brought with it the constant torment and ridicule from my siblings and their friends. Many of whom did not mince words when they told me that what I was doing would never amount to anything. But rather than wallow in denial and self-pity, their words only served to reinforce my passion.
So while other kids of the MTV generation hung out with friends after school tossing a Nerf football or playing Atari, I spent most afternoons trying to figure out how Eddie Van-Halen got his Kung-Fu. I was so sure of what the future held for me that I even wrote entries into my journal describing all of the lavish purchases I would make and all of things that were going to happen to me after I had officially “made it” as a rock star.
— on a side note, I’m still waiting for the hordes of beautiful women to chase me down the streets of New York City. Get with the program, ladies.
Yes, I had dreamed about that rock star moment for twenty years…. and suddenly, TODAY of all days, the wait was finally going to be over.
On August 6th, 2004, our band was going to be the opening act for Clay Aiken at Musikfest – on the biggest stage of them all! Yes, THE Clay Aiken!
OK, before you start giggling uncontrollably, remember this. Clay Aiken had just placed second in season two of American Idol and was almost on the same level as Justin Bieber at the height of his fame. That is to say, people were going absolutely bonkers for him. At the time, it was the fastest sellout in the festival’s history (6,000+ people) and we had the greatest singer ever in our arsenal, who’s soaring vocals had gotten us the gig.
And yet here I was, standing in the bathroom trying to keep from hurling my lunch. A complete nervous wreck!
To this day, I’m not sure how I held it all together. Somehow, my “Rock Star Moment” was here, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away. Grabbing my Les Paul and a blue-flamed doo rag, I slowly made the pilgrimage to Bethlehem.
The rest of that evening was a bit of a whirlwind for me. There was time spent setting up gear in front of the stage, testing guitar levels and watching the thousands of people standing in line waiting to get in. Then there was the anticipation of going out there and feeling a rush no drug could ever deliver.
Prior to August 6th, the most people I had ever played for was maybe 50 in some smoky bar at two in the morning. And even though I was fully aware that the audience wasn’t there to see us, I got to taste the experience of walking out on stage in front of six-thousand people for thirty minutes!! Finally looking out, instead of always looking in.
I liked what I saw.
I’ve never had that kind of experience since and most likely never will again, but it doesn’t even matter. It was the love of music, a lot of hard work, and a little bit of luck that the cosmos aligned that particular summer night – and it was the beginning of a special journey we would all share together as a band. That experience also transitioned into one of my favorite quotes I still use to this day:
“Every once in a great while the universe tilts in your direction. You better be ready.”
As a seven-year-old boy imitating his guitar hero on a vegetable slicer it seemed like such a far away dream. But just the idea of having a dream – no matter how small it might be or how long it takes you to achieve, is something that doesn’t fade after the music stops and the lights go out. It’s only then that you realize that dreams do indeed come true, and the magic of the dream becomes a part of you forever. You just have to be ready.
On August 6th, 2004, twenty years ago today, I was ready – and that magic became a part of me.
To Heather, Todd, Kevin and Rick…. We did it, baby!
go.Jimmy.go 