Let's see... This is weird, because Damian and I dated in high school. Even though it was a long time ago, and we are both married to other folks, now, I have this strange feeling about writing a blog about him. I'm gonna just go for it.
Damian was in a band. The band rehearsed in a house catty corner to my house on Washington. I liked things like the Monkees and Nelson, and although I was excited about having a boyfriend in a band, I had a strong feeling I would not like their brand of music. Well, the band let me sit in and be a groupie for an afternoon. The first song was really cool. Once Damian got through the first verse, I recognized the hook from Nine Inch Nails' "Head Like a Hole". Until then, I had written Trent Reznor off as a moody little bitch who had no cultural significance. Then Gabe did "The Choice is Yours" by Black Sheep (I think?) and that opened a little window to rap that hadn't been there before.
Also, Damian told me something that I will never forget--and every member of every band should know this. Sometime after rehearsal, like a week or two down the road, I begged Damian to skip rehearsal to spend time with me. He told me that Paul, one of the former members of the group, became a former member when he missed one too many rehearsals. They realized they didn't need him, and they just went on. It was a very grown-up-way-of-the-world idea. Even though he was chronologically younger, Damian was typically a little more of a mental adult than me when it came to practical life issues. I think of what Damian told me every time I feel too tired or busy to go to rehearsal.
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