Mom's called me this morning and told me that today would have been my Father's 66th birthday.
Wish I had got to him him better. Unfortunate circumstances... Sigh.
Both my mother and friends of the family have told me great stories about him over the years.
I got to speak with him briefly, a few days before he passed in hospital in March 2006.
Unfortunately I was in Hong Kong.
Found his obituary online. Strange how many things one can find in this age of the intraweb.
Interestingly, I never heard anyone call him "Jethro". To my recollection, he was always referred to as McKinley.
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Jethro M. Moore
NORTHAMPTON - Jethro McKinley Moore, 63, of Phillips Place, died Feb. 25 at Calvin Coolidge Nursing and Rehabilitation Center.
Born April 8, 1942, in Portsmouth, R.I., he was the son of the late Jethro M. and Mary Louise (Mackey) Moore Jr.
A noted poet and educator, Mr. Moore received his master's degree in creative writing from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst.
He taught at UMass and also at Springfield College.
Mr. Moore worked at UMass from 1969 until leaving in 1974. He was a graduate assistant in the English department.
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Besides the above, I know he palled around with jazz greats Archie Shepp and Max Roach and fine artist Nelson Stevens who all taught at UMass at Amherst as well. (How's that for name dropping?)
He taught himself to play piano, sax, flute and oboe. Wrote poetry and painted profusely.
Luckily, I have inherited many of his early poems that were left in my mothers care.
Pic of McKinley and I in 73? I believe I was three when this was taken.
Was digging through some boxes over the weekend, and happened across this pair of Yohji Yamamoto / adidas sneakers that I misplaced sometime after finishing up my O by O project.
I want to say I received these in around 2000 or so?
Pre Y-3
I wish they had kept a similar aesthetic as this when they started Y-3. Bummer.
Anywhoo ...
Been craving NY and HK food over the last few weeks. (Nathans, Kinishes, Curry Chicken from Tsui Wah, Etc...)
My man Shawn Breezly and I hit up a local Jamaican Spot called Island Spice.
First off, I'd like say thanks to all the folks that called to see if I was OK. Thanks guys!
Secondly, NO I DID NOT HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!
"Hey man ... Heard you had a meltdown .. You OK?"
"Hey bro ... You alright? ... Heard you had a panic attack."
"Duuude ... Heard you flipped the f*ck out and had a nervous break down."
In ACTUALITY, I ALMOST PASSED OUT FROM TAKING A LEAK.
THATS HOW FLIPPIN' BAD ASS I AM! (I'm pretty stressed though)
Here's the skinny:
Sunday night I got a text from Tyrone of the CleanCuts (One of my favorite DJ crews), saying that he was having an art installation and spinning over at Tower Bar.
I hit up a few folks to see if anyone was going.
During the text/phone call melee, Drewface of Flesh Skin Tattoo told me that she, her boyfriend Dominic and some other friends were also having an art show over at Kadan.
I hit up Lil'Sis Christie and we trooped over to Kadan to check out Drew and Dominic.
(NOTE: For those of you who do not know Christie ... There is a pic of her next to the word TROOPER in the dictionary.)
A bit later, Christie, Michelle and I rolled over to Tower to check Mick, Tyrone and the CleanCuts.
Few Beers, Rad Music!
I got home around 12:30am or so and was asleep by 12:45am.
Around 3 am I woke up to take a leak.
Right as I was shaking, got suuuuper dizzy and strange tunnel vision. Whoah!
A few seconds later I was having a hard time breathing ... Double F'n Whoah!
I sat down at my desk and burst into a cold sweat. OK Freakout time.
I thought to myself ... "Self ... This Suuuucks. Having trouble breathing, Having trouble seeing, Am I dying ? ... Get dressed, call a cab to go to the hospital ... Wait... Fuck that! Call EMT ... Get yourself dressed man, ain't nobody want to see your naked ass passed the f*ck out on the floor."
I get dressed and wobble outside as the EMT and the cab roll up simultaneously. Classic!
The EMT cats take my blood pressure, EKG, and Blood sugar.
Everything checks out AOK ... WTF ? Still a little dizzy though.
As I tell them the story, one of the EMT's says ... "Wait... Did you try to force your piss out ?"
Anywhoo ... They take me to the hospital just to be on the safe side.
More blood tests ... More EKG ... Chest X-Rays, Cat Scan ... FRIKKIN' SPINAL TAP ... OOOOUCH!
After the spinal tap, and having my bones re-laced with Adamantium, I wake up to my best buddy/BFF and father of my goddaughter, Mark peering over the bed. "Hey Buddy!"
Rap to the doctor a bit more ... " Everything checks out OK. Not at risk for anything ... I'd say you had a case of URINARY SYNCOPE or Micrurition Syncope."
Who would have thought you can pass out from taking a leak !?