Music: Duran Duran and well everything else

The other day, I was out with my college friends. All us boys were in Tau Epsilon Phi. A few years ago, we reconnected on Facebook. I was social chair during the college days. I became social chair again. Why, I don’t know? To paraphrase from Randall and Dante from “Clerks”, “I hate people. But I love social gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?”

Music does all sorts of things to you. At least it does to me. It brings out the depression. That’s why I so love the Smiths, the Cure, Depeche Mode (“Somebody” and ”Blasphemous Rumors” ring too true), Echo and the Bunnymen and all of Morrissey’s solo work. It can bring back old memories of good and bad. Note the Smiths. But then there’s the classic rock. There’s nothing like some Beatles, the Who, Led Zep and Pink Floyd. Yes, I am pissed at Roger Waters these days. But that’s for another post.

Then throw in my all-time favorite U2 (No,” I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”. I know I never will) and don’t leave out Billy Joel and the Boss. I will always be in “New York State of Mind”. I didn’t walk through Bed-Stuy alone. But I was born there. Well the hospital was there. Then I was taken to Sheepshead Bay. I am an angry young man. I know I will go the grave as angry old man. I think I was “Born to Run”. I’ve been in love with a Jersey girl and who doesn’t have a hungry heart? Then there’s Elton John. I wish someone would save my life tonight.

So in the bar we frat boys and college girls talked about P&G’s, Thesis and some of New Paltz’s other watering holes. We laughed about how P&G’s played the same tape every Fri. and Sat. For many years we got wrecked to the same 12-17 songs. I made that mix when I got home. Who doesn’t need to hear “Baba O’Riley”,” Dyer Maker”,” Immigrant Song” and” Fool in the Rain”? Actually we couldn’t remember the Zep song. But thought it was “Immigrant Song”. They teased us with that once in a while. But the staples were “Dyer Maker” and “Fool in the Rain”.

When went out on Sat. we always heard “Saturday Night’s Good for Fighting”,” Crocodile Rock”,” One”, “Mysterious Ways”, “Birthday Song”, “Purple Haze”, “Buffalo Soldier” and “No Woman No Cry”. Of course the bar always closed with “Piano Man”. We all stood in a circle and held hands, while we sung along with Billy. Then we rolled down the hill back to South Side or UG. We usually stopped at Wings-n-Things or Classic Pizza before we rolled down the hill. Every time I hear these tunes, I think back to happier days. We were young and just having fun. No worries.

Us “college grownups” left the first place and went to the next one. Wow, it was just like bar hopping down Main Street in New Paltz. In this bar they played the “Safety Dance”. It was sad or maybe funny that we all knew it. My dad used to do the safety dance when the video came on. It was very goofy.

New Year’s eve, I went out for the first time since the year 2000. The band opened with “Hungry Like the Wolf”. It brought back so many Duran Duran memories. Years ago, they opened the “Astronaut “ album at the Barrymore Theater. Each one of them pulled up in their own limo. All the girls screamed so loud. I remember in the eighth grade when they all wore their “I love Simon or I love Nick” tees and pins. Some of them were wearing them again and teased out their hair just like the old days. Except this time they were sipping beer instead of whatever juice or milk the Snack Shack sold.

I’ve seen them play many times. One of my best friends is a longtime Duranie. Her dog is named for them. She’s in love with Nick. Years ago, I dated a woman who is in love with Roger. Once we were on a date. She told me how she had a dream that she was in a theater alone and Roger was onstage by himself. He was playing just for her.

Then there’s R.E.M. A part of my life ended when they broke up last year. I know I hurt. I’ve seen them countless times. Once the woman, I was with walked out. She was mad at Michael Stipe because he was wearing orange eyeliner and a white suit. The person sitting next to me saw my perplexed face. I said, everybody hurts. Only a couple a weeks before, she and I saw Morrissey. That was fine. Of course, pre-R.E.M. we went to Starbucks so she could get a Rice Krispie Treat. Not to eat. She wanted to fight with it. I am not sure who won? Once R.E.M. set a up vote for the playlist section on their website. I voted for “Night Swimming” probably 1,000 times. They played it.

Hey, what about your tunes?

Fudd goes Back to School

Fudd goes Back to School

October 28, 2012

I’ve yearning to walk the grounds of SUNY-New Paltz for far too long. Finally, I borrowed my sister’s car and cruised up there via the Garden State Parkway and NY State Thruway. I’m a creature of habit.

‘Ya see when I used to drive home from school, as a student, I would listen to my U2 Boy and October cassettes. Remember cassettes? On the way up, I listened to whatever, I wanted to. This time, listened to some great 80s mixes, the Cure, U2, Depeche Mode, Erasure, Echo and the Bunnymen. And well, Raspberry Beret came on, too. WTF? Yeah, it may sound weird that I added to Prince to the aforementioned bands. But he’s cool.

I felt the warmest feeling, as I pulled off the Thruway at Exit 18 and drove down Main Street. I drove past My Hero Pizza. Years ago; my New Paltz girlfriend celebrated her 19th birthday, while working on campus that summer. I visited her. After spending a day in Minnewaska State Park, we shared pepperoni pizza at My Hero. Neither one of us will touch pepperoni anymore. Ah, days gone by.

I drove past Joe’s. That bar was a hike from the main campus. They used to have bus service on Thursday nights. Guys had to be 21 to get in. But I had a connection and got in at younger age. Girls could get in at 18. They served them beer, too. I used to think Joe’s was this huge bar. Boy does it look small. Things sure change when you get older.

I drove past Murphy’s, P&G’s and of course, Gourmet Pizza. Wings-n-Things is gone. So is Thesis. I loved that place. Once it closed it became many things. For the last few years, it has been Neko Sushi.

One of my bros used to bounce there. So I got in and served whatever drink I wanted years before I was 21. I have great memories of Thesis. The owner was a nice guy. One night, he stopped the music and said, "The police just called and told me they are coming to raid us in about 10 minutes. For those of you under 21, finish your beer. Get your asses out of here. Go get some pizza and come back in about 20 minutes. “

We did just that.

One Thursday, I was in my room in Crispell Hall. It was quite late. For some odd reason, I had a Friday class. The phone rings. It was some girl I was dating. She was piss drunk and begging me to get her. I immediately jumped into my Cadillac, picked her up and threw her into my bed. I slept on the floor. I am a good boy. Still am.

As you can tell, as I drove down Main Street my mind flooded back to being 19 or 20. I parked my car at South Side Terrace Apartments, where I lived my senior year. I took a nice walk around the complex. I walked to my old apt, 3H. I shot some photos of the terrace and headed to Main Street.

An older "hippyish" woman was walking her dog. She said hello to me. I told her I was visiting and that I graduated 20 years ago. We chatted. I handed her my camera and asked her to shoot a photo of me. She got nervous. I think she was so trapped in her hippy days she had no idea how to shoot with a digital camera. But she took a nice picture.

I grabbed some Gourmet Pizza. Man, I ate it at around noon. In the old days, I would have eaten it around 4:00 a.m. It was one of our stops on the way home from our weekend or weekday bar hopping. It is still delicious. Even when you’re sober.

I strolled down Main Street and passed Ariel Dental Car. Back in the day, Ariel’s was the off campus, I believe cash only bookstore. Years later, it turned into Border’s. We know what happened to them. Now it is a dental center.

I hiked up to campus. I came upon Old Main and a few other buildings. I was so happy. I walked by Shango, “Go Shango”. Many of friends resided in this hall. I took a walk to the parking lot. That’s for another post. Or not.

I was in all my glory being home at New Paltz. Those days mean so much to me. As I walked along the beautiful campus there were many tours going on. Tons of high school students were there with their parents seeing the school for the first time. I hope not the last time.

I walked into the Lecture Center and strolled into the room where I took World War Two with Professor Lee. Then I walked into the adjacent building and walked next to the room where I took Israel in World Politics with “Lew the Jew”. That was Dr. Brownstein. The class was nearly all-Jewish kids. Lots of really cute girls were in that course. Us dumb partying students called it the “Jew Class”. Man we were immature.

I made my way into the Sojourner Truth Library. They are doing lots of renovations. The Quiet Study Hall is now the Media Center. They moved the Quiet Study Hall downstairs. The private study rooms now require a key to use. They are the size of closets. I used to study in there. One day, I was so hung over, I went to my first class. Then had an hour break between classes. I tried to study in one of the little closets. I put my head down and woke up around 7 hours later.

I kept going and went to the Dorsky Art Museum. That wasn’t there when I was a student. I looked at some beautiful pieces of art. I walked out and heard one of the tour guides pointing out the science building and saying the planetarium is in there. I don’t remember it. Not sure if it was there when I was a student. But I was so spaced out anyway. I didn’t need one.

I walked into the Student Union Building. I visited New Paltz Nov. 2003. The campus was very different than when I went there. But this building was still pretty much the same. Boy did it change.

I walked in on the second floor and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. I strolled over to where the Activities Assistants live. For about a year, I lived in one of those rooms. I think it was Room # 425 or 427. I did a mental map. I can remember the neighbors we had. Oh, I was not an activities assistant. I just crashed with one.

Anyway, I went down to the Food Court. It is now called the Hawk’s Nest. The food still looks gross. But the eateries changed. Outside of it is still some salad place and now two lounges that used to be the bookstore. That moved downstairs. By the salad store was also the area where I used to pick up my New York Times and flowers for whatever girl I was with. They always got lots of stuff from me.

I walked into the lounge. They were using it as a registration center for the tours. They asked me if I was interested in going to New Paltz. I loved it. I told them I graduated 20 years ago. We joked around for a few minutes and I was on my way down to the bookstore.

I went down to the bookstore and bought some t-shirts, a hat and winter hat for my nephew.

Then I exited the SUB and crossed the Gunk via Bridge #1. Don’t worry, fellow TEPs, I bowed before I crossed the bridge and said, the “Bridgebuilder”. I even made a few students shoot photos of me doing this.

The Gunk now has a sprinkler near Bridge #1. I don’t remember that when I was there. My eyes opened wide when I saw Crispell Hall. My college life started there. I walked in and saw the Resident Assistants. We chatted for a few minutes.

The dorm was completely renovated about a year ago. My suite is gone. All of the old suites are gone. The old payphone is gone. Well that was gone one night at about 4:00 a.m. One of my friend’s bros came to visit us for the weekend. He kicked the phone off the wall. Maybe it is better that my suite is gone. Who knows what the walls would say if they could talk? They saw me at my best and worst of times. At least this hall is still a 24-hour quiet study hall. Not that it was ever quiet.

I exited my old hall and went into Hasbrouck Dining Hall. Oscars or the Rat is gone. It became Hawk Street Station. But is now closed. There’s a little late night convenience store next to it. You can buy chips and soda.

I walked up the steps to the Hasbrouck Dining Hall. The place looks the same. Some minor changes took place. But it is still pretty much the same. It still smells the same. The food still looks nasty. I worked in that establishment during my school years. I was the B&C guy, beverages and condiments. I refilled the salad bar and the soda machines. Sometimes I slopped food on people’s plates or washed dishes. Once the cart with all the dishes fell on me. Oil splattered all over me.

It was not pretty. I got a few burns and spent the next day in a few doctors’ offices at home on Staten Island.

I left the dining hall and went to Bevier Hall. That’s another one of my residence halls. That one has not yet been renovated. It looks the same. I walked in and asked to take a look around the staff, said, “We usually let the tour guides do that. Did you get lost on the tour?” I said, no, “I graduated in 1992 and used to live here”. They thought I was one of the high school kids checking out the campus. Cool. They wouldn’t let me stroll through the building Bevier was a party hall. Funny, the quiet study hall staff had no cares about me walking around. The party building staff was careful.

I crossed Bridges Two and Three. Yes, I bowed. I walked to Bridge # Four. There were some kids smoking on it. Nothing legal. Years, I ago I had my moments smoking on it, too. But it was not cigarettes or pot. We were smoking. But hey, like the Shango lot, that’s for another post. Or not.

I went to what’s left of the Tripping Fields. Most of that section is a now new residence hall. I went to the gym. They built a brand new one. The old one is still connected to the new one. It looks like a trendy health club.

I strolled around a little more. I passed by Bliss Hall, which during my days was the only all female dorm. Of course, at about two in the morning when they did fire drills many guys walked out of the dorm. So much for it really being an all female dorm. On paper it was. Maybe they wanted to get the guys out of there.

I passed the other Halls that were there when I was a student. Hung out at the Gunk one more time and walked back to Main Street to P&G’s. I hung out at the bar for a while and left. While I was there, the bar was full of the townies. About three or four hours later the place would be mad packed with students. I wonder if they still play the same tape? Every weekend they played one tape with the same songs. I just made that mix on iTunes. It features the Beatles, U2, Jimi Hendrix, Billy Joel, Elton John and a few others.

Sadly, P&G’s no longer has live entertainment when the college kids are there getting wasted.

I left P&G’s walked down Main Street. I went back to my car at South Side and waved goodbye. I drove home to Boy and October.

Man how I miss that place. I need to get back up there with my brothers and sisters. Go TEP and DPHIE. I love you all.

Oh, I called it “Fudd Goes back to School” because my pledge name is, Fudd.