{"id":119,"date":"2006-08-01T00:55:00","date_gmt":"2006-08-01T07:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mccambridge.org\/blog\/2006\/08\/what-was-it-about-that-night\/"},"modified":"2022-09-11T00:40:46","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T00:40:46","slug":"what-was-it-about-that-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mccambridge.org\/blog\/2006\/08\/what-was-it-about-that-night\/","title":{"rendered":"What was it about that night?"},"content":{"rendered":"
Connection. In an isolating age…<\/em><\/p>\n This afternoon on the way home from work I heard Chicago’s 25 or 6 to 4<\/em> on the radio, which naturally brought the associated quad\/tenors groove to mind. Then I came home and decided on a whim to look through my Bookmarks folder of friends’ blogs and journals, revisiting some places I haven’t been in weeks or months. That was a cool experience in and of itself. And then out of the blue, another tab pops up in Adium<\/a>, and there’s my fellow drummer and one of those very journal authors, one Joel Liberski.<\/p>\n It had been far too long, but it seems Joel is doing quite well, as the Poetry editor for the UWGB literary journal Sheepshead Review<\/em>, and a near-future English major graduate. He has a way with words that I have only been able to regard in continued amazement since I first read his writings.<\/p>\n I can’t even believe that over 4 full years separate the present from the last time we were in class together, that it has been 5 since dashing across the practice field to beat the marching band out from behind the school in Joel’s car, 6 from a certain freshman showing up a certain junior on a rudimentary (ha ha) paradiddle lick, and 7 or 8 from a terrified middle schooler listening to an intimidating high schooler tell every one to be quiet because the audience could hear us at the Bay Port percussion night.<\/p>\n