Today's Blogfest challenge of First Loves comes from Alex Cavanaugh: First movie, band, book and person. This took more
thought than I originally expected! It was fairly easy to choose each thing but
finding the right words to explain why they are so special was certainly a
challenge at times.
“The
Crow” was the first movie that ever blew my mind. It haunted me for days. I was
in high school and it was the first time a movie had ever affected me in that
way. It was a bit unnerving. I watched it again and to my amazement it was just
as spectacular as it was the first time.
I bought the soundtrack then the musical score and I listened to them
over and over and over. There was just something about the images combined with the music and the
concepts of true love and revenge that spoke to my
emotional teenage self and has always stayed with me.
When
I first heard of Dave Matthews Band, it was 1995 and Jerry Garcia had recently
died. When someone at school said they’re going to be the next Grateful Dead, I said
“Pfffft….whatever”. The first time I heard a DMB song was that summer when
“What Would You Say” was their first radio hit and I thought “That’s okay but
what’s the big deal?”. Then I saw them on Saturday Night Live and it was love
at first sight. I clearly remember Dave wearing bright plaid pants and dancing
like a maniac. There was an enormous violin player and the song “Ants Marching”
was unlike anything I’d ever heard. I was smitten. I saw them in concert for
the first time about six months later and I knew that I’d never before or again
love any music like this. Anyone who knows me at all can tell you I’m a pretty
big fan of Mr. Matthews and his band. Actually I don’t usually like referring
to myself as a fan because it reminds me of people who say they’re a huge fan
of cheeseburgers or chick flicks and it’s just not the same. The best
comparison I’ve come up with is to say that Dave Matthews Band’s music is like
religion to me. That may seem blasphemous but I don’t mean it
that way at all. These men and their music have been in my life since I was 16
years old and have provided me with a soundtrack through some of the most
wonderful and terrible times of my life. I’ve seen them in concert 24 times. The most fun I ever had at one of those concerts was when I went by myself and
was in the 2nd row. I’ve met them once and have their FireDancer logo tattooed on by back. Many amazing people have come into my life through a mutual love of DMB’s music and I'm
grateful for that.
I’ve loved books as long as I can
remember. My mom tells me that before I could read I would carry my books
around and pretend I was reading by making up stories to go with the
pictures. I remember very clearly
walking home from the store near our home with my mom around age five,
holding this book and running my hands across the pages. The images of these kittens painting have been burnt into my mind.
And now, here I am an adult who
loves books and cats and has a special affinity for animals in clothes. It makes
me wonder what came first: Was I drawn to this book at age five for those
reasons or did the book start those interests for me?
When
it comes to romantic love, I met my first on the school bus when I was 12. It
was a typical adolescent romance for a while. We hung around each other
awkwardly, then we “went out” even though neither of us could take the other anywhere,
then we broke up, hated each other, became friends again and then went our
separate ways after high school and I’d hear from him every once in a while.
Ultimately, our story spans eighteen years and includes me marrying someone
else, then getting divorced, him having two children by two different women and
then spending some time in federal prison. We reunited through FaceBook after
three years of being out of touch and were now on different sides of the
country. There were confessions of love, apologizes, a visit and a marriage
proposal. As I was preparing to move east to start my new life, I got dumped.
Hard. It turns out that during this time he actually got another woman pregnant
and they’ve since had twin daughters. He called me during that time because he
needed someone to talk to because he was “going through some really tough
stuff”. I told him to go to hell and I haven’t heard from him since. So this
story isn’t exactly a happy one. BUT in the end A) It’s a good story and B) I
learned so much about myself and what I was willing to put up with to feel
loved. I grew so much after this last experience that I was able to be on my
own and in turn be ready for the man I’m with now who may not be my first
romantic love but hopefully will be my last.
It’s
funny when you start to think about things like this; the first things you fell
for that made you who you are today. I’m happy to be able to share these little
stories and maybe even turn someone on to something new (except the dirt bag ex-boyfriend!).
