I usually listen to Air One radio online at work, but it’s been going haywire today. This left me with no option but to waste hours finding a new station. By very happy accident I’ve come across a Broadway station. Just a second ago “The Circle of Life” was played; that was such a great show and I would really love to see it again. I can’t believe how lucky I was to see it the first time around.
I’ve come to the conclusion that in order for something to be my favorite, truly-loved, holds-a-special-place-in-my-heart activity or event, I have to have experienced it before age nine. I think about it in terms of Disney moves; really, were there any great ones made after The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Alladin, and The Lion King? This holds true for other movies. For instance, Indiana Jones – I have very strong memories of watching those, Star Wars, Crocodile Dundee, Lethal Weapon and Die Hard with my dad. We still do this, in fact, because somewhere in the Great Plan of the Universe is a rule that states “Whenever two or more Petersons are gathered, let there be a tv within 20 feet of the gathering and let it have a Mel Gibson or Bruce Willis movie on it.” The music of my childhood remains my favorite now, too. Besides Sesame Street and Raffi-style stuff, I listened to what my brother listened to because in my youth I was pretty sure he was the greatest person ever. And Kevin, in turn, listened to what my parents listened to. Therefore we spent a lot of time listening to rock records from the 70s and 80s and musicals. The first song I ever remember listening to was “Eye of the Tiger” on record. The first tape I ever remember owning was the brown album of “Jesus Christ Superstar.” And the first cd I clearly remember borrowing from Kevin was “Big Ones” by Aerosmith.
The only things I can’t fit into this theory are books; my favorite book remains “The Princess Bride,” which I read when I was 12. Ah well, the theory is a work in progress.