As with any part of counterculture, the more you are seen involved in it, the more you are viewed as an expert. Although I had a much higher ambition than being at the top of the Loose Tooth groupie food chain, it seemed that I found myself there. The reverie with which this woman was admiring my conversation with Fathom was not exactly attractive and I couldn’t help but looking back at her with a cold glare.
As though I were projecting ice chips through my gaze, I replied back, “Yes, I was talking to Fathom. I haven’t seen you around before. Have you seen the band before?”
“No,” she stammered back, afraid I would admonish her for being a first-timer. “This is the first time I have seen them live.”
As with any life experience, the first time you do something often remains memorable. Just think back to the first time you balanced long enough to ride a bicycle or the fist time you heard a song you loved on the radio. For me, my obsession with music stemmed from the way it made me feel. There was something that drew me to the sound of Loose Tooth and it seemed that this woman sitting next to me had picked up on the vibe just now. If only I wasn’t so awkward socially, I could have thought of a way to involve her more deeply in conversation.
To be continued…