Funny story.
As some of you may or may not know, back in college, I threw a party Friday every fifth week. The deal was, to get in you had to show up with a print of your photography, knowing you’d get one of mine in return. The story of this party deserves a book all its own, and one day I’ll get to that, but for now I want to tell you about this particular picture.
One of my dearest friends, Dave Arpin (aka the baby Dave) shows up one night with this beaut. I take a look at it and thank him for the image and tell him how cool I think it is. The print goes on top of the fridge with the rest of the photos and I continue on with my hosting duties. The next morning, after all the empties are tossed into the recycling and the kitchen has been taken off the list of disaster zones, I sit down to look at the previous night’s haul. I come to Dave’s and can’t help but laugh at the beauty of the image. I read the question posed by the picture and answer out-loud, “No Dave, no one feels like you do.” I set the picture into the pile that will make it to the walls for the next party and go on with my edit.
The truth is, I have no idea what this image is really about.
Forward the story about seven years. It’s morning and I’m in bed, the clock-radio wakes me, it’s set to a classic rock station. I’m about to hit snooze when from the depths of my slumber something strikes a nerve. The song playing on the radio grabs me and won’t let go. I wake immediately and lay in bed listening to a piece of music I’d never heard before that is blowing me away. I find myself muttering, “Sweet Lord” over and over and bust out laughing over how absurd this song is. It ends after what seems like an eternity and I grab the phone.
I begin a quest to call the radio station, taking note that Dire Straits’ Money for Nothing immediately followed the song I am now calling the “one.” I eventually figure out the radio station’s phone number and call in. I’m put on hold. After about a half an hour I’m finally connected to the dj who’ll tell me what song it is that started all of this. I tell him it was the one that came on immediately prior to Money for Nothing.
I can hear the dj going down his playlist looking for the song, muttering Money for Nothing, Money for Nothing. Then, all of a sudden, he’s quiet. After a second or two he asks, “Are you kidding?” I tell him in all seriousness that no, I’m not kidding and I’d really like to know what song was played right before Money for Nothing.
Again, he asks me if I’m kidding. Again I tell him that I am serious. He then asks me my age, I tell him I’m in my early 30’s. And then, he asks me a third time if I’m kidding.
“Look man, are you going to tell me the name of the song or not?”
I can hear him laughing to himself and then, finally he says. Well, the name of the song that I played right before Money for Nothing was, Peter Frampton’s “Do You feel Like We Do?” As soon as I heard him say those words my first thought wasn’t of why I’d never heard the song before, or that I’ve obviously never owned Frampton Comes Alive or that the dj made me fell as if I was asking him to tell me my own name, but that I needed to call the baby Dave and tell him how much I really really really loved his print and that though I’ve only been into it for a couple of minutes, I’m really into it.
And yes Dave, I feel like you do.
