I usually keep my blog pretty anonymous, but today I’m sharing a personal memory of Joe in celebration of what would have been his 62nd birthday:
Joe couldn’t get over my stupid adolescent braces, of which I had a great ugly mouthful at age 12. He called them “fucking medieval torture devices” and kept trying to stick things to them, I guess to test out their magnetic properties. But because I was so self-conscious about them, ultimately he told me I should just own the ugly and wear them with pride. He was a wise man.
I love you, Joe. Stay close.
[What’s your own future? What do you look forward to?]
“I look forward to things like last night — we stayed up all night writing songs. Out in the city, brimming full of ideas, jabbering like madmen, writing on everything, meeting new people. I get my energy from the idea of ideas. The notion of a good idea or the thought of a good idea. That’s when I perk up, when I feel that there’s a good idea in the house, in my brain pan. That’s when I feel alive and that’s what I want to continue doing, connecting with that. Also, I want to continue eating sardine sandwiches with sardines and tomatoes. That’s what I did today.
many years later, as he faced the firing squad, colonel aureliano buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.