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My rock and roll diaries part one: The first time I met fame, and fame's name was Conor. January 22, 2005 It's an amazing thing to meet an icon of one's own youth at any point in life, but to meet them while they are still a relevant icon in one's youth is in a different matter entirely. About a month ago, my friend Sarah, a professional singer, was in LA singing back up for Esthero. While she was there she met some cool people, including Jason, the drummer for Bright Eyes. When I first heard about this, I didn't think that much of it. However, Bright Eyes came to Toronto on January 21, 2005, and it suddenly meant a lot. Sarah called me t

Leafy fingernails of the citytrees hug the late afternoon light and dance to their own music, leaving a blurry photograph on the wall behind them: Reminder of when the day we met in tenth grade We made a horror movie; I was murdered You rubbed ketchup blood on my pubescent torso that genetic metabolism allowed ghosts of muscles to live on; I used a drill, as a prop You screamed, you had problems with your contact lenses. We had the same belt but different. You flirted and played video games with me. And the time much later you bitched me out, and I was taken aback because you completely understood my game and its selfish