Reunion Highlights
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Coming Home: An Evening of Moth-style Stories
- Hi, everyone. I think I’m gonna wait for Joe to spotlight me to get this started. Thank you, Joe. Hello everybody. My name is Casey Donahue, Class of 2010.5. Point 5 because I am a zealot when it comes to being a Feb because I am a convert. I actually started as a . So welcome tonight. Casey Donahue, Class of 2010.5 to “Coming Home: an Evening of Moth-style Stories.” I am just tickled pink to be here with you all and to be hosting this evening. And we have a pretty amazing hour in store for you all. We have six true personal stories from Middle Alumni spending four decades of reunion classes on the theme of coming home. And okay I don’t know about you all. I guess I only had my five-year so that might be a very particular experience but I will say in my experience, when you go to reunion in real life, you know, in Vermont frolicking amongst the rolling Hills, it’s like so difficult. It’s such a whirlwind. It’s like seeing all of your friends and all of the professors that you’ve been missing and connecting with your people. It’s practically impossible to reach out and make connections with new folks like across classes across generations. And that is actually what tonight is all about. We are showing up not just as, you know 25th year reunion class or class of 96’ or wherever you said but we’re showing up as one community of Middlebury folk. And that’s just really exciting that we’re here to share one space together in this very particular way gathering to listen and to share our life experiences through true personal stories. So it’s gonna be a blast. And I just wanted to point out two things before we get started. Two things that are actually really unique to a Zoom space that we couldn’t enjoy in real life but we can enjoy now that we are sharing this virtual space together. The first is closed captioning. So if you are a listener that would benefit from closed captioning tonight, please see the bottom of your screen. There’s a little button there that says live transcript underneath. So feel free to select that at nor leisure if you so choose. And then the other element that Zoom allows for us that we couldn’t have, if we were on a real stage telling stories right now is the chat, the chat function. And we’re actually really excited about this chat function because it’s going to allow us as listeners to really give feedback in real time to our tellers. And we highly encourage you to go ahead and use it and show the stories, sellers your love but there’s one big caveat. And that is please engage with the chat function when I am speaking between storytellers and not when the storytellers themselves are speaking. So when the stories are actually going let’s focus fully on those stories. And then when that spotlight comes back this way to me feel free to just go for it in the chats, spreading the love and the compliments and the feedback on these stories. And that’s it, it’s time to like get right into this show. So to bring our storytellers up to the stage we ask them a question and that question is what’s your favorite place on Middlebury Campus? And so I’m gonna bring up our first storyteller in a minute but I do wanna say it is tough to go first in in any show on any stage. And so let’s give this storyteller all of our attention and all of our energy as we welcome him up. And so when we asked this first storyteller what his favorite place on Middlebury Campus is, he said this was actually the deciding factor between Middlebury and any of the other schools he was looking at, the dining halls, particularly Proctor and more particularly Proctor at Sunday, brunch where he could make his BLT sandwiches from the Class of 2006. Please welcome with uproarious applause, Garrott Kuzzy.
- It’s April, 2011 and I’m driving across the Champlain bridge and back into Vermont for essentially the first time in five years. I see the sun setting over the Adirondacks and the rear view mirror behind me. And when I rolled down the window I smelled the first spring manure fertilizing the fields. But more than anything I’m overwhelmed by the sense of freedom. This freedom I haven’t built any years. See for the past five years had been a professional cross-country ski racer and recently had achieved one of my life goals of competing in the Olympic games. Now that life is a professional athlete. It’s hard. See every April for as long as I can remember I’d get this training plan from my coaches and essentially that would detail every single workout I had to do for the next 12 months. And you know what, going out for a few beers on a Saturday night, that was never the plan. But now I’m moving back into Vermont into a timber frame farm house on 400 acres with five of my best friends from college. And I am so pumped about being like back in Vermont, I have this new job that I’m starting developing bike trips in Europe for a travel company in Bristol, Vermont. And this new life is way better than I could ever imagine. A couple of my buddies had motorcycles. So I bought a used with my first paycheck and we used to spend our Saturdays exploring all over new England. And on Saturday nights, when we’d get back you better believe we were raised in a beer. So I just absolutely loved the experience of kind of catching up on everything. I felt like I’d missed out on over the past five years this one Saturday night in October, we decided to head into two brothers and I ordered this plate of nachos. Now these nachos, the two brothers are huge. Like there’s no way I can finish these by myself. And to my left at the bar, I see this like cool wild hair. And I’m trying to catch this woman’s eye when feel the bartender drops off this massive plate of nachos in front of her and her friend. So I lean over and say, “You know, if you want some nachos, “you could have just shared some of ours.” She laughed. And that kicked up one of the most natural engaging conversations I can remember. Time flies by and all of a sudden her friends dance up. And I reached into my pocket and hand her my business card. Now I didn’t hear back from her after that for a month until I’m up in Burlington at two brothers and oh, sorry, at it’s Guinea pancake. And I recognize this wild hair across the room, Catherine. She turns, smiles, and we pick up or conversation right where we left off, you know the next weekend she comes to my birthday party. And pretty soon we’re just in this like amazing, relaxed relationship. There’s no pressure. You know, she’d come over to my place and hang with me and my buddies I’d go over to her place and we’d make these like lavish dinners with salmon or Sodo wine. And, you know, life was good. This life that I thought couldn’t get any better. All of a sudden it does. And Catherine is game for anything. January the Lemon Fair River down in Shoreham freezes over and the full moon is out and I’m like, “Oh my God this would be a great night for an ice skate.” So I go over to Catherine’s, it’s like 10 o’clock on a Tuesday night and she’s sound asleep in bed. And I go and wake her up and say “Catherine we gotta go do this.” And she like rubs her eyes. She’s like, “Alright, let’s go.” And we just have this amazing, incredible midnight skate on the Lemon Fair. For Valentine’s day that year I get this card from Catherine “Here’s to continue in our adventures, even after the ice melts.” And so the next three years our relationship continues to glide along like that until it’s her birthday weekend at the end of March. And we decided to head down to Woodstock for mine for a couple of nights away. We’re out on the ski trail and I’m thinking, “Oh my God this is just like the perfect weekend ever.” But I look over at Catherine, and I can tell something’s wrong. “Garrott,” She says, “We’ve been together for three years. “Where’s where’s our relationship going?” My heart sinks. I realize I haven’t felt any pressure in this relationship because I’ve been designing my whole life to avoid pressure. I tell her, I love her. Like I had so often, but it falls flat. That night, I can’t sleep. You know, I’m wondering, you know, “Maybe she’s not as happy as I thought she was. “Maybe, there’s a cost to this “to this relaxed relationship.” I don’t wanna lose what we built together. And all of a sudden I feel this pressure back on my shoulders, this pressure I’ve been trying to avoid for so long. So the next day we’re driving home back to Middlebury and we stopped for one last ski at BreadLoaf. Catherine gets out of the car and she just takes off down the trail. I’m like fumbling to put my equipment on and still in my own head thinking, “Garrott what do I want?” Bow, a quick little aside here the freeze thaw cycles that make that like in March that are, that make Vermont so conducive to producing maple syrup are actually like the same freeze thaw cycles that create this perfect crust in the springtime for cruising along on top of the snow. And you can just glide effortlessly anywhere you wanna go. So Catherine absolutely loves these cross cruising conditions. And I hear her hooting and hollering off in the woods in front of me, you know slaloming down through the trees and I take off after her. Finally, I catch up to her, it’s this it’s on this Knoll on the south side of 125. And you know, the sun is low. The yellow buildings of Breadloaf are just a glow with like this golden hour light. And, you know, I take off my gloves to hold Catherine’s hands. And as I’m unzipping my pocket to put my gloves in I’m kneeling down and I realize what this looks like. So the first words out of my mouth are, “Catherine, I don’t have a ring, “but I love you so much and want “to spend the rest of our lives together. “Will you marry me?” “Yes.” She says, “Yes, of course.”
- Bravo! Bravo! That was so lovely. Are you like talk about a rom like a Middlebury theme I just got like the most beautiful landscapes. I’ve never skidded them Lemon River. That was truly spectacular, but I also really do need to shout you out for this Garrott. Folks Garrott, this is a Zooming in from Innsbruck, Austria where he and Catherine are continuing their adventures. And so it’s 1:30 in the morning, this time. So he just got out of bed and sat in front of his computer and delivered to your souls the most beautiful Middlebury love story ever. And I just couldn’t be more grateful because that was just a delight. That was a gosh darn delight. Thank you so much, Garrott. That was lovely. Another round of virtual applause for Garrott. That was so awesome. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This is my ASL pause that I’ll sometimes do in the Zoom space. It’s just like, I’m still applauding and we’re moving on to our next storyteller. So I’m applauding and transitioning simultaneously and the chat is blowing up, which is lovely. Yes, your story was so amazing. And a reminder, go ahead. When I am speaking, go ahead and chat away folks. Thank you so much. Lots of, lots of love coming in for Garrott and the chat. So beautiful. Alrighty. And so we’re gonna move right along to our second storyteller. So this storyteller, when asked when were his favorite place on the Middlebury Campus happens to be he said the Accent basement and I think we’re about to find out exactly why. So let’s give a huge round of applause from the Class of 2016 to Demetrius Borge.
- The phone rings. I had been putting off this call for a while. It’s J-term during my sophomore year. And I had just gotten my first F ever. Took a deep breath picked up the phone. “Hi mom.” I thought I was gonna get yelled at. So I flooded a flood of reasons why I’d gotten such a bad grade. I was meeting with the professor every week. I had a private tutor that was, I was working with. I was busting my butt. I swear I was just trying to pass. And she was encouraging. I don’t know why I should have been so surprised. She had always encouraged computer science in my life. It was this thing that was supposed to make me successful and secure. And that was the, it was the thing that was going to Murray back home to the bay area, you know the Mecca of computer science. But the thing is when I was applying for colleges, I had really wanted to apply to film school. That really wasn’t an option with my parents. Film was supposed to be the hobby. It was supposed to be the thing that I did on the weekend with my friends, but computer science that that was the career. That was the high paying job at Google right out of school. Well, that was the expectation. At least, you know, they were paying for school. So I figured it do what they said. And she was a strict Jamaican mother that expected a lot out of her children, you know, success, prestige, you know security or all the norm and expected out of us, anything but that was just a logical and she encouraged, she said, “Stick with it. “I know you can do it. “Take it with a different professor funded to “find a different tutor that you really work with. “Anything that you put your mind to, it’s gonna happen.” And you said two conversations continued throughout my sophomore and junior year. You know, the first couple of weeks of my computer science class I’d start out wide-eyed and full of hope. And the third week I kind of start to fall behind a little bit, but I was still convinced that I could still pass the class. But around week six was when I hit the rock. When I hit rock bottom, I was too, it was too late in the semester to drop and I was too far behind to pass and there was really no help in sight. I was pulling all nighters in my Ross dorm room. And the thing with computer science is it’s not like writing a paper. When you write a paper, you start out with a word and then you have a sentence and then you have a paragraph and then you have a page and then you have a paper. And the thing is, I couldn’t even write the sentence. And I just felt completely hopeless and lost and incapable. The only form of relief came in the fact that I had an F and there’s nowhere below rock bottom. I would spend my time between dinner and breakfast staring at a blank computer screen. And I’d grown to the test, the sound of this unique bird that you only hear in the mornings at Middlebury. And I’d be sitting there looking at my computer screen hoping by some Middlebury and miracle, I would all of a sudden just get it. The miracle never came. It’s the end of the semester. I clicked the link to my transcript, Chinese cinema A, math foundations of computers D, computer architecture F. I felt devastated and humiliated. I had been working so hard that nothing, that it never nothing ever came to fruition. But this time I called my mom crying, devastated. I wanted to give up. I wanted to tell her, “I can’t do this anymore. “Why is film so easy to me? “But computer science is just “no matter how hard I work, it just doesn’t work, “It’s just not coming through.” But she said, “stick with it.” She encouraged. She said, you know “Take it with a different professor, “find a tutor you really connect with. “Whatever you put your mind to, “you’re gonna figure it out.” And I didn’t say anything. You know, I thought, “What if she’s right? “I know film majors who are living on their parents’ couches “working from job to job. “And I know computer science majors who ended “up very successful after all they were paying for it.” I didn’t wanna disappoint her. Now it’s my senior year at Middlebury. I’m in the basement of by hall. It’s the first day back at computer architecture. It’s all familiar to me. Like I’ve been here before. I’m seeing my whole semester play out in front of me, are sorta hopeful. Like it’s gonna be different. It’s gonna be different this time. But then I fall behind. I repeat and fail. And this makes me start to daydream about my time in Prague. I had studied abroad there and I directed my first short film. And this film was about these two old Czech guys trying to steal beer from a beer domino, a little bit of an ode to my childhood relationships and what I expected them to become. But when I was making this film, I knew exactly where everything was in and go. Every single shot, every single music cue it was long take here, you know, close up there. We’re gonna punch in there. It was like the whole film was laid out in front of me. And it was just up to me to put all the pieces where I wanted them to. It was this feeling of clarity and confidence. The feeling of, “Yeah, this feels right. “Like you’re killing it here. “This is what I want.” And I’m sitting there in the class in the by hall classroom. And then it all becomes so clear to me. Even if I could pass, even though I could land that job at Google sitting behind it now populated computer screen, I didn’t want to. Everything is saying, “Yo man, what are you doing here? “You’ve spent the last three years trying “to bust your butt to pass these classes “but you don’t even like it. “You don’t wanna be here. “You don’t wanna learn this material. “What’s the point?” So I decided I didn’t wanna keep bargaining in my own sense of happiness for my parents and security. I realized they’ve worked hard to get me here but I’ll have to decide how I’m gonna finish. I’ll cut to I’m pulling another all-nighter. It’s 3:00 AM, I am exhausted. And I am like calculating hours of sleep I can get and still wake up for class on time. And again, feel the business working, cut there, pace there. Maybe go back a couple of frames. The audio is kind of sounding off here. I think I can fix that. Now I’m in the basement of Axiom watching “Dailies In My Thesis” film, but I’m clearheaded. I can see the whole film out in front of me just waiting for me to put it together. I was happy. I was content. I knew I should be there. Now, I wish I could say my mom was there right there with me but it took her a little bit more time to come around to the fact that I could make a career out of this and that I was happy. But in that moment, it made me think of this one scene from when Harry met Sally and it’s toward the end of the film and Harry it goes up to Sally at the New Year’s Eve party. And he goes, “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” And that’s how I felt that night it Accent. And I could not wait to begin.
- Thank you so much. Wow. That sounds like a really difficult decision. Kudos to you. I feel like you gave me the best wisdom I could possibly give to my own kids If I have them someday about their college experience which is like, “Listen, you’re gonna pull all nighters. “How do you feel about them?: Right? “Like how do you feel “about the bird that you hear squawking at 5:00 AM? “Do you hate the bird or do you, or do you or do you befriend the bird?” And maybe that’s like, that’s the answer to life. Maybe that’s the key. Demetrius as that was delightful. Thank you so much for sharing. And I really cannot wait to see where your film career takes you. That’s so very exciting. So we are going to and you’re getting so much love in the chat. People are loving your story and I think we’re all really thrilled that you pursued film because it’s so clearly your passion. Yes. Okay. So we’re gonna move on to our next storyteller. So when we asked this storyteller what part of mid campus is her favorite? She said the organic garden where she used to steal will steal, not steal because they were free, free but she would steal Concord grapes. And she, sorry that she’s not sorry from the Class of 2011 please welcome Cloe Shasha Brooks.
- So the year is 2013 and I am 25 years old hanging out in San Francisco, visiting some friends. And I’m with a particular friend, who’s a linguist. And she’s telling me all about her adventures in the middle east and how she connected with so many people and just loves the food. And then she interrupts herself and she just looks at me like kind of staring at my face. And she like, “Yo, I can totally tell your Arab from your eyes.” And I was like, “Oh, thanks.” But inside I, all I could think was, “wait, am I Arab? “I felt like someone had just told me “I had a long lost twin.” Here’s the thing. I’m 100% Iraqi Jewish on both sides. So I thought I was, you know, middle Eastern. I knew that, but I guess I just thought I was just Jewish. ‘Cause that’s all that people told me. But then I was like, yeah of course being an Arab Jew could be a thing. I didn’t share this in any of this with her. So I just keep, keep quiet. And as soon as we part ways I walk the outskirts of Dolores park and I pick up the phone and I call my parents. I’m like, “Hi, are we Arab?” And they’re like, “Yeah. “I suppose we are.” Super super casual and I’m starting to feel even more stressed. Like I’m confused by their indifference but I’m also confused about why I am unraveling. I don’t like who cares if I’m Arab, it’s not like a change anything about my sense of self yet but maybe it was starting to do that to me. And so I sit down on a park bench and I’m watching these San Francisco hippies play guitar. And then it hits me basically, you know I’m European white passing but I’m ever since I was a little kid I’ve been so desperate to assimilate. And I still am at 25 at the time. And when I say that I’m 100% Iraqi/Jewish I mean that all of my ancestors for thousands of years were in Iraq back to the time that it was called Babylon. And they were there then in Babylon for thousands of years. So then all four of my grandparents in the thirties and forties immigrated from the middle east to the U.S. and broke that multi thousand year chain. And of course when they arrived they worked super hard to assimilate to American culture. And I don’t just mean lightness, simulation. I mean, hardcore simulation. Thankfully we still have our food traditions but so much of our culture, including clearly the acknowledgement of being Arab was lost. My dad, for example, his name was Dennis is Dennis. His siblings are Bob and Carol. They were all taught to sail and traditional boat shoes and play polo on a horse which he found absolutely terrifying. I fortunately never had to play polo on a horse but I definitely internalized Waspy culture. And it was mostly from my grandparents more than my parents. And then I grew up, you know in downtown Manhattan where it’s the Mecca of arts and culture but yet I would have these daydreams about being from the suburbs with straight hair and freckles. I fantasized that my friends and I could all wear matching team uniforms and pile into a big van to go to soccer practice. I also really love this idea for some reason of watching movies in someone’s carpeted basement and eating PB and J with a cross cutoff. I even honestly fantasize about having a big golden retriever and I don’t even like dogs. So as you can see until this moment with my linguist friend I don’t think I had fully faced my own internalized anti-immigrant and anti ethnic sentiment. And so suddenly for the first time these desires that I had had since I was a kid I started to feel just a little more insidious Kind of like “How did it take me 25 years to notice this slow drip “of American culture is white supremacy in my blood.” Like it’s been there the whole time. So I walk around San Francisco feeling pretty angry and embarrassed, ashamed of my lack of my lack of self-awareness. I’m starting to question everything about who I am. And quite honestly, that was a bit of theme of a theme of late, because here’s what else was that was going on for me at the time which is that I just recently started coming out as queer. And I just started coming to terms with how much of myself I hadn’t even known was there because of the ways I’ve been programmed to be straight. And now that felt like a simulation too. And I was just like, “God, this sucks. “I’m 25. “I spent so much of my life “and energy working so hard to be, not myself. “So for the next three years, I blossom into my queerness. “I come out to everybody. “I date a bunch of people have some good and bad breakups. “I advocate for more speakers at Ted and my job. “And I dive into crew culture. “I’m watching tons of movies like researching them “like a psycho and reading all these books “and learning about the history and going all these parties.” And it’s honestly amazing, like a true cornucopia especially in New York. And I feel endless gratitude all the time still every day for when and where I was born. And the arc of history as a queer person. And ironically, the biggest stretch for me while exploring this space was how I allowed myself to dabble in the like mystical, magical aspect queer culture. You may be familiar with this, but things like tarot card readings and crystal healing are big and circles. So I started dabbling in all of that stuff. And I remember feeling like kind of sheepish about it at first, like whenever astrology accounts would pop up in my Instagram school I’d feel like “That’s not me, but I’m kind of into it.” I mean, my family’s kind of, you know my family’s pretty science oriented and my dad’s a science professor and my mom said he loved physics for all the way through college. So I just grew up having the sense of like science is true and everything else is pseudoscience. But I was growing up, you know, I was growing and this time more and more suspicious of hard boundaries. So I just kept telling myself you can contain multitudes and you can appreciate both. But even though I was feeling much more comfortable in my own skin, this concept of my Arab heritage continued nagging me. I just, it just kept getting louder. And I was regularly looking at my eyes in the mirror being like “Could other Arab people in the street tell him Arab, “like do they know that I’m part of their ethnicity?” I don’t actually know that many are people in my American circles. And I just didn’t have like a way in to talk to people about this yet that I felt comfortable with. So I decided to sort of take it on my own. And I, in 2016, I find Israel Palestine to visit the Babylonian Jury Heritage Center. It’s in this town called Yehuda which is not far from Tel Aviv. And this museum is dedicated specifically to the history of Iraqi Jews. So this building’s on a very quiet street nobody’s around and I don’t know what I’m expecting but I feel like I’m searching for something. And I walk in and the museum is filled with these beautifully preserved archive, so much stuff and incredibly delicate things. They’ve kept intact. Scrolls from Torah’s clothing, those these pieces of actual temples there’s all this weathered wood in furniture. And there’s even these silver cast menorahs in the shape of pomegranates, which is my favorite fruit. And then I get to this area with black and white photographs and I squinted them. And I looked at all the faces and these large families pose, looking very serious with white tunics standing by the Tigris river. And I’m like, “Oh, there’s my eyes from the 1930s. “Amazing.” And then I find something kind of cool these cases of jewels and gems and crystals. And it turns out that a Rocky Jewish woman throughout many centuries believed in magic and use fair histones to ward off evil spirits and to counteract superstitions. And by the way I have so many superstitions that when people tell me about their own, I inherit them. So never tell me about your superstitions please. And thank you. Anyway, these are beautiful crystals like opals and courts ambers and jades. The jades in particular, really stunning. They’re just huge and glistening and I’m like hypnotized by them. And then I read the plaque underneath that explains that Jade is a symbol of serenity and purity that it increases love and nurturing and that it’s a protective stone. Okay. So this is kind of a wild feeling for me because what I thought was a new age trend that I was dabbling in was actually a part of my personal heritage, my ancestral female line literally an ancient tradition. And something about this just makes my shoulders drop and I feel light. I just feel some relief. So Amir, two weeks later after I get back from this trip I meet someone new who feels like the light of my life. And I can’t believe how fast I feel that way about them. And after one of our very first dates, they send me a URL and I click on it and it’s like “Learn about your energies, click on the crystal “you most identify with.” Now this is something I would’ve for sure rolled my eyes at. And I did still, but with with joy and without hesitation, I choose a sparkly Jade. And I also choose them. This person who is so wonderful but a few years later becomes my spouse. Thank you.
- Bravo! Yeah. Oh Cloe. Thank you so very much for that story. That’s just, I have goosebumps up and down. I just, okay. I have a couple things to say one. I feel like we talk a lot about white supremacy these days and in our cultural context I don’t think we hear enough though about like European passing people sitting in a park in San Francisco, looking at the hippies, playing guitar like yelling to the universe like “This sucks” looks so great and so needed. So thank you so much for that story. I also have these two flashes. I have a flash of you on the subway like scrolling your Instagram and having a taro thing come up and you’re being like, “No I’m not gonna show anybody this.” I just like, love that. And then I love that by the end you have your little voice. That’s like, so here’s the crystal website like check you’re at your thing and you’re still McKee but it’s a really loving way. And I just, that was incredible. I just thank you so much for sharing such an enjoyable story. That was beautiful. And I’m gonna give you another silent round of applause as well before I transitioned now to our next storyteller. So when I asked this teller about his favorite place on Midd’s Campus, he said the Hepburn Zoo, because he did a lot of theater there in the seventies and fun fact. He actually was recently back there for a student production and discovered it looks exactly the same. They still haven’t painted the walls, they’re all still dirty dusty black. So from the Class of 1976. Let’s please welcome with warm applause. Kevin Cummins, ladies, gentlemen.
- Thank you so much. I grew up in a very large Irish American family in Middlebury. And a part of the Irish American culture is in humor. It’s highly valued. So if you say something, you should try to make it funny. And when I started doing theater in high school I found out this worked really well for me because I was able to do comedy. It just came here naturally. And when you’re powerless adolescent to be able to get onstage and control audience it’s an incredible feeling of power and love and validation. And it meant so much me. So that after a four years Middlebury where I was a theater major. I wanted to do that for a living. I decided, okay, this is what I wanna do. My ideal career would be to be like an actor in a sitcom or a television sketch comedy show. So I moved to Los Angeles and it was like, it was amazing. It was tremendously exciting. I would get up at 6:30 in the morning. I would do, you know, go into the city and do some crappy job for eight hours, rush home change my clothes and go and hit the clubs and do two or three clubs at night. And this was real. I mean, things were really happening. There was one guy I met that he just sold this pilot about a bar that he used to go to in Boston. And that became cheers. I knew people that I had seen on Carson or people that were just looking on Carson. So I knew it was just gonna be a matter of time before, you know, it was gonna be my turn. And I did the comedy store one night. This gentleman came up afterwards, said “I think you’re very funny. “I’m a talent manager for a club. “Would you like to do 10 minutes for $50?” “Oh yes, yes. “Leave be paid to do this is, great. “Thank you so much. “I will be there.” A couple of days later, I drive out to this area. I’ve never been there before. It’s a sort of light industrial warehouse but I think it is “You know what? “This is underground. “This is underground comedy. “This is really hip and happening right now.” And I see this club. It’s got a little sign out again. I’d never heard of the club that you know, “It’s fine. “It’s fine. “This is underground. “This is the kind of place the critics go to. “Then this is where you get discovered.” I go inside and there are these four huge bouncers just waiting in the bar, waiting for the crowd to show up. “Wow, They’ve got four bouncers. “They must have any, a big crowd here.” So the guy, the guy that booked me and pushes me into his office, he’s John. Says “Great, so nice to see you. “Thank you for coming out. “We’re we’re so excited to have you here because you know “you’re the first comedian we’ve ever booked.” “Oh, I’m the first, what do you normally book?” And he goes “Heavy metal. “We’re a heavy metal club. I just went. “Okay, great. “I’m the first comedian in a heavy metal club.” The guy goes. “Do you wanna see the, mostly the stage?” “Sure. “Show me the stage.: He takes me to this stage and around the three sides of the stage, they’ve got chicken wires set up. I said, “What’s the chicken wire for?” He goes, “Well, some of our people, you know “and they’ve had a few beers, I get a little rowdy “and they’ve been known to throw things, but you’ll be fine. “They’re gonna love you. “You’ll see.” So I’m in the waiting area and I’m going, “what do I do? “Do I leave? I’m like, “No, I’m not gonna leave. “You know, I moved out here “to do exactly this kind of thing. “I’m gonna make this work. “I’m gonna make the love me.” So in our later the crowds there, they’re really rowdy. I am standing in the wings. We need to go on. I hear the announcer say over the PA you know the comic stylings of love and the moment they hear the word comic they start screaming of synergies and shouting at the stage. And I go out at the moment, they see me they are just yelling, they’re yelling. They can’t hear a word. As I go into my routine, I’m gonna be a professional. I do the routine. They can’t hear what I’m saying because the screaming is a lot. And eventually the screaming and the seventies morphed into this, this chant of “We hate you. “We hate you. “We hate you,” but you know what, it’s fine. It’s fine because I am going to do my set. And that is what I get. And I, at the end of the set like 10 minutes, I said, thank you very much. It’s been sort of a pleasure. And I walked off and I got my $50. I went in my car and I sat down and realized that I felt terrific. I mean, I was so high. This was, it should have been horrible but it was wonderful because I had gotten such a reaction out of that crowd that I, and I thought to myself “If I can face that I can face anything. “You know what? “I’m gonna be dynamite in the comedy clubs.” And I was, I did comedy that the next couple of weeks, I’ve never done it better. I’ve never been more in my game. But there, there was this weird thing happened, which was, I realized that the high that I had gotten the hatred was pretty much the same as the high that I had gotten from both the love coming from the regular crowds. And they were the same thing which meant that they sort of canceled each other out. They didn’t mean anything and I wasn’t getting high anymore. And so I stopped doing comedy. And I went to a production company. I got a grunt job and were there for awhile. And I started reading a lot of scripts. I got into script development and eventually there was a writing, writing assignment open. So I read what they want. And I think, you know, I could this. So I went to the producer. I booked a meeting with the producer which normally would have been really frightening. I mean, really a terrifying kind of a thing for me to do. But as I’m sitting there opposite the desk from him picture chicken wire separating me from the producer. And I’m thinking to myself, you know what? You may be scary, but I’ve seen are scary things on the other side of the chicken wire. So it made my pitch and they bought it a liked, it went into development. And that is really what started my career as a screenwriter. Something I hadn’t really considered before. So I guess you could say that I owe my career to an incompetent talent Booker on a small heavy metal club outside Los Angeles.
- Bravo! That was incredible. What a ride? Nice thing. I’ve still checked. Like I said, for me, it’s the chance for me. It’s the, we hate you. We like it’s, I can’t, I mean, first of all just the escalation from the minute. And he said, oh, it was in a heavy metal club. I mean, throughout the whole, your whole set. I just, it gets me every time. But you know what I like, I love this story. And what I love with anything about the story is what I’m going to, how I’m going to utilize it in my life, which is every time I have a scary conversation I’m gonna think of you. And I’m gonna think of the chicken wire. And I know I haven’t been in front of the crowd but I’m just gonna use your story as a standard and pretend I’ve been in front of a crowd like that. And just, I’m just gonna think chicken wire and I’m gonna have those tough conversations. That was a delight. That was a gosh darn delight. Thank you so much for sharing. I’m giving you my further round of applause and sending you love to the screen. That was a riot. That was so much fun. Thank you. And we are going to move right onto our next storyteller. Oh my gosh. I love it. In the chat. We have “We love you,” which is fantastic. And a great reminder folks to go ahead and and utilize the chat for these for these transitional moments. We love to hear from you from the other side of this virtual void that we’re inhabiting together and you can click on panelists and attendees so we can all see it. So just another, another gentle reminder, go ahead and engage there if you so choose as we move on now to our last few storytellers. So the next storyteller that we are inviting to the stage when we asked her about her favorite place on Middlebury Campus she said very quickly, the Star library the old star library, she spent a lot of time there working over the summers studying during the school year. And she particularly loves the new, the restoration on the ceiling, which if anyone has seen as just stunning. So please welcome with warm loud applause from the Class of 1986, Jeneva Burrows Stone.
- Okay. So I’m in my kitchen and I’m arranging appetizers on a platter for, I get together at my house when my husband’s aunt Frieda comes in, fixes me with a sympathetic luck. And she says that she understands that my disabled son, Rob who was then six years old had become my unexpected and unfortunate career. And she thought I was handling it very well. And I was still even a little angry, you know the way you are when your life is suddenly reflected back at you. And, you know, and you’re kind of not expecting this. And I had to think about this and I thought, “Yo unexpected. “Well, yeah, you know, Rob’s disabilities were unexpected.” He developed typically until he was about eight or one. And then he had this sudden onset genetic syndrome. And he went from 60 to zero in the course of just a few days, landed in the hospital. He had lost, he lost most of his muscle coordination and control. So he could no longer like, you know sit up or crawl or stand walk. We moved pretty quickly within the next year into tube feeding. He couldn’t speak anymore. You know, we ended up on, I think, as I just said he ended up on a feeding tube and he’s he became a really happy wheelchair user. You know, wheelchair is an awesome way to get around and over time even had a tracheostomy. So his care is like really complex. And so that still unexpected and then unfortunate. Nope, Nope, not unfortunate. Rob and I are disability activists and we don’t think that disability is a tragedy. So while caregiving can’t be a tragedy either. And besides, you know, Rob Rob at six was this amazing person. You know, he loved Buzz Lightyear. He loved going to the movies. He loved going to baseball games. Oh my gosh. I mean, he just, he loved being outside, feeling like you know, the wind in his hair and the sun on his face. And he just has the best laugh and the best smile, you know, everybody loves him. So Harley tragedy, was it my career? Well, no, because a career is something that you do for yourself and caregiving is something that while necessarily, you know, you do for other people. And finally was I handling this well, absolutely not. I was putting on a great show and a brave face but I was not handling all of this very well. I had graduated from Middlebury with a degree in English literature and creative writing the aspirations to be a writer and a teacher. I had one this, you know really prestigious fellowship to go to graduate school that I just was overwhelming. And I had earned my PhD in Renaissance studies from Columbia. And then, you know, I mean Robert got sick and somebody had to handle everything. And so everything just went, you know no more teaching, no more anything. So that was, that was a really frustrating and it was hard and you know, my husband and I were using he’s a wonderful man and it hasn’t but we were arguing about my autonomy and my career because, you know, he saw it one way and I saw it another, no he, I had to stop working. So he was working and he needed me to be the primary caregiver so that he could earn the money that kept us all afloat you know, kind of made me made sense. Right? But, you know, there was a huge part of me that wasn’t fulfilled and I really wanted to go back and get my MFA so that I could, I hoped, you know jumpstart my teaching career. And then on top of that, my son my other son Kasten who was then three years old was going through a phase where he constantly accused me of paying attention to Rob instead of Kasten. No, when I was really just doing some sort of caregiving activity for Robert can, might be you know, dressing him, changing him. I might be giving him one of his many medications adjusting his feeding pump. I’m on the phone with the insurance company all the time. I mean, yeah. Taking him to one of his kazillion doctor or therapy appointments talking privately to doctors. I mean, you know, it’s just like the ordering supplies putting them away, you know, the list goes on and on and on. And Kat’s got a point, you know, I barely had time for him. So yeah. I mean, Frieda had a point too, but I thought, you know at least Frie to hadn’t told me that I should really be taking better care of myself and I should really go get a massage or mani pedi or go out on a date night with them with Roger because well-meaning people told me that all the time but rarely did anyone volunteer to care for Robert so that I could do those things. So that sort of idea of self care felt a little bit hollow to me. So flash forward about a year now and I’ve I’m still frustrated and I’m still, you know this free-floating anger. I can’t direct it at anybody. I love because you know, it’s not, that’s not fair. You know, it’s not their fault. It’s not anybody’s fault. So I got this free-floating anger, but “Hey I have learned how “to deal with the free-floating anger.” I had discovered because it’s the early days of newspapers on the internet. And I discovered that I can write emails to columnists, news paper colonists with whom I disagree. And that is a great outlet. And I am typing away at my computer. And I am like typing an email to David Brooks and it’s during the early years of the Iraq war. So got a lot to disagree with, with, and Brooks I disagree with it all the time. So I’m just really into this email, blah, blah, blah, blah. And all of a sudden I feel this thing, I feel this clutch in my stomach. And then I feel this rising elevator pressure like up through my chest and my neck and it head like right at the top. And then I feel these two iron bands like clamping around my chest and relaxing a little bit and like clamping around my chest again. And I’m kind of sitting there thinking, “Oh no it’s not good. “Maybe I’m having a heart attack.” And I’ve been, you know, I’ve been in hospitals a lot with Rob now, but this one was different. It was me. You know, I was being rushed to the ER. I was admitted to the hospital. I had just had an unpleasant medical procedure. And now I was lying in a medical, in a hospital bed listening to a cardiac surgeon tell me what was wrong with me. So, you know, surgeons are kind of cavalier open up people’s bodies all the time. So everything else is no big deal. And he says to me, “Okay, so, you know “you definitely had a heart attack, but you know “don’t worry isn’t it was a mild one there’s medication. “We can give you to control that. “So that’s, that’s all good.” He said, “but then he says, you know “we find something really interesting, you know “in addition it’s like you have “you have a rare heart defect. “No one of your arteries runs “through your heart muscle for just a little bit. “Like every time your heartbeats “it puts pressure on its own blood supply.” And I’m just in there going “This sounds terrible. “What’s gonna happen to me. “Am I gonna die. “What’s gonna happen?” Then he kind of looks at me and he’s like, “Yeah no one ever ties to this.” He’s like, “No one even knows they have it. “You’ll be fine. “No, we usually just see this in autopsies.” My God! So his words right, are ringing in my years as a wake-up call, you know, no one ever dies of it. No one even knows they have it. And I’m thinking, you know, caregiving isn’t killing me but it is putting pressure on my life splat like my dreams for myself. Yeah. I had to had to make some changes and I knew that I didn’t need a Manny petty or a massage. I mean, yeah, I think a date with Roger would be great, but you know those things are basically just a way to refresh the caregiver temporarily so that she can return to the grind of their caregiving. And what I really needed was something more radical. Now I needed a self-care that was gonna restore the heart of me, who I had been and who I wanted to be. So my husband, wonderful man shocked and surprised at everything that’s happened. And he’s like, “Okay, you’re gonna go back. “You’re gonna get your MFA. “I’m gonna help you make the time to do these things. “I’m gonna help you keep writing.” So, you know, I am now 57, still married to my husband. Robert is 24. Kasten is 21. And he’s about to graduate from Middlebury next year which is fun and awesome. And I’ve been writing and publishing my poetry and my essays for 15 years. And it’s been incredibly satisfying and meaningful. And for me, self-care, isn’t about taking a break from the grind. It’s about finding and caring for your nurturing your essential self, the heart of you. Thanks.
- Wow. Jeneva thank you so, so, so very much for your story. Thank you for that story. I feel like in sharing the story about the way you, you restored your heart, like I feel a little restored myself and I feel like very nourished in the sense that I am never, again, going to ask a friend when are they gonna go get that many petty? Or when are they going to go on that on that date with their partner, I am way more going to look to how can I actually support and actually step in and do the work that can so easily be overlooked. And I can’t wait to read your writing and your poetry. And it’s just, yeah. A fantastically inspiring and funny story. I’m also next time I have free floating rage. I know exactly how I’m going to use it. David Brooks deserved every line of that email of those emails out of those letters of even. So thank you so, so very much for sharing and I’m giving you another Hartfield round of applause for my Zoom screen and I’m going to transition us to our last storytelling. So sad. One more story. Here we go. All right. So this, our final storyteller. When we asked about his favorite place at Middlebury he said Macola where all the dance parties were please welcome from the class of 2001, Henry Flores ladies and gentlemen.
- Thank you everyone. Thank you for being here tonight. I arrived at Middlebury college in 1997 September of 1997, to be exact. I was Dawn, I was decked out in my latest Woodbury common outlet fines and I had a fresh fade from my barber. I was confident that Middlebury had never seen a student like me before. A Dominican kid from the projects of Spanish, Harlem from a single family single parent home top of my class in high school, presidential scholar, et cetera, et cetera. I was super confident, so confident in fact that I didn’t really study much the first couple of weeks instead I was at the dance parties. I’m a call on the social houses, trying to pick up girls. I came from a repress, all boys Catholic school. So I was trying to make up for lost time. And I was partying until I got my first graded paper back from professor Miguel Fernandez. And it was covered in bright green ink and a big fat C that said “You can do better than this was this.” Was the note. After that the only girls they hung out with were Gertrude Stein and Jane Austin the social house known as Star library. One Friday night, I was one of the last students to leave the library. It dawned on me that some of my other classmates could afford to perhaps party it up a little bit more than I could after all they had already done four years of college at schools like . By the end of my freshmen, my first semester I had lost that swagger. I had gained 15 pounds thanks to my friends, Ben and Jerry’s. I had grown an Afro and I was on academic probation for the first time I was at a crossroads. I was really stressed. Do I become the first in my family to graduate college or do I become a dropout? Like so many of my other friends back home. J-term rolls around and all my other friends were taking classes like physics for poets. I decided to take for Caribbean history and anthropology with Professor Arnold Raymond Highfield, a visiting professor of the U.S. Virgin Islands. When I walked into that classroom it was like being back in high school actually. It seemed like every black, Latino and woke white student on campus was in class that day. At 8:30 AM in walks Professor Highfield. I was shocked. I was expecting a Black Panther-like professor with an Afro and a dashiki who was gonna be really militant and teach us about our history and how we were robbed. Instead it was an older middle-aged white guy with a black beret, piercing blue eyes, and a twang that I couldn’t really place my I couldn’t really place where he was from. But then, you know, I noticed that he had a deep limp something in east Harlem that we call hood swag. And I thought, well, maybe there’s more than meets the eye to this guy. Within the first week, he taught us about, you know the history of, you know, racism and classism the colonies and in the United States. And he taught us about how, you know people are often judged by their skin color rather than their culture, their language, or even their religion. It really resonated with me when he said this because I was always being asked after Spanish class, by other students. “Well, how did you learn to speak Spanish so well, Henry?” And I said, “Well, you know, I’m Dominican. “That’s, you know, right. “That’s my first language.” To which they usually responded “Well, aren’t you Black? “Don’t you consider yourself Black. “You look Black.” Constantly having to explain my racial identity. You know, my language acquire my language skills were acquired. And the fact that I was on academic probation as well made me feel more of an outsider and not at home. I had developed a pretty good rapport with Arnold. So I decided to talk to him after class one day and explained what was happening. You looked at me and just said, “Hey Henry this is not gonna take five minutes. “And that’s all I got between classes right now, unfortunately. So why don’t you come over to my house tonight at Chipman Park have dinner with my wife, Shirley and I and we can talk this over?” Later that night, I, you know I drove up to his house and I was as I was walking up to the front door, I was about to knock. But then the smell of Arroz con pollo permeated my frozen nostrils. And I exhaled countless memories of my mother cooking the same dish in our apartment in Spanish, Harlem, I could see Arnold in his study and the door was always open. And he looked at me before I could knock and said “Hey Henry, come on in and make yourself at home.” As I walked inside, he was still working on papers. So I had to wait for a little bit. I looked around the living room. I sat down and I could see all these folk, family photos, his wife Shirley is Black, and he has four biracial children two boys and two girls. Before I knew it, Arnold was calling me into his study. And as I sat across from him, he said, “Well Henry tell me why you hate Middlebury so much and why you wanna transfer?” I just, you know, unloaded not one to ever mince words. I said, “You know what? I just don’t feel at home here. Don’t take this the wrong way, but how do you do it? You’re a white guy, teaching history and anthropology to Black kids in St. Croix. How do you fit in? How do you not feel always like an outsider or like you don’t belong?” He started laughing and just said, “Well, you know you get right to the point, don’t you. And I like that. I like people that are direct, but listen I just finished up reading your paper or I asked you to tell all your students my students will tell me about themselves. And I noticed we have a lot in common. Like you, I grew up poor. I grew up in the Appalachian area of Ohio the first in my family to go to college and being the first is always hard especially at a place like Middlebury, where the playing field is not always even. “So I’m gonna propose this. You come and meet me two to three times a week. I will go over your course syllabus with you. You know, we can talk about your readings. I can recommend additional readings. I can even read your papers before you submit them. And we’ll help level the playing field together. “Think about it. You don’t have any, there’s no pressure. If you don’t wanna do this, this is an independent study. You’re not gonna get any credit for it. So this is on you.” I mean, I remember I didn’t take me long to agree to it. I mean, I just, I was shocked. I thought he was gonna refer me to a guidance counselor or a Dean, like a couple of other professors I spoke this, spoke to about this. But instead he was offering me a chance to make my dream come true of graduating from college. I readily said yes, from that point on, on online met twice sometimes three times a week either a panel house in Marble Works that little Chinese restaurant or at their house in Chipman Park. Every single time he would, the door would always be open. And he would say, “Henry come on in and make yourself at home.” We started with the classics. We did Greek philosophy, Roman philosophy. We did literature and history as well. In those four years that I was at Middlebury. Arnold made me feel at home. Yeah, taken me, you know, him and Shirley had become my surrogate parents while I was there. They had given me a home where I can go and be myself and teaching me, you know, how to become more academically proficient in this environment. He was telling me that I belonged in any room that anyone else was at but I was just as good as anybody else. You know, I had gone from being on academic probation. That’s first semester to being on the Dean’s list and eventually an academic scholar after that. On September 8th, 2019, Arnold Raymond Highfield passed away. After 23 years of friendship, I felt just as lost as I did back in 1997 when I first got to Middlebury. I had lost my friend, my father figure, my mentor, and my confidant. I could always talk to him about anything. The feeling of loneliness and isolation was further compounded by the pandemic. Like all of us, our family, Veronica my wife and my five-year-old daughter, Mia. We were stuck in our two-bedroom apartment in Spanish Harlem cooped up trying to stay safe. Like so many other families, we decided to look to purchase a weekend place. So we can have an escape valve where Mia could run around. We looked at many homes and finally settled at one in Woodstock, New York in the Catskills. As I drove up to the open house, the GPS turned on and it said something that I will never forget. It said “Make a left on Arnold Drive and make a right on Raymond Road and you’ll arrive.” So this day Arnold Raymond Highfield is still leading me home. Thank you.
- Henry, thank you so, so very much for sharing that story. I there’s tears in my eyes and I’m having trouble collecting myself. I’m so sorry that you lost this person so recently and I’m so grateful that you shared your story of this of this mentorship and this friendship and this relationship with all of us. Thank you so very much for your story. Yeah. Oh my gosh. Are you kidding? Y’all it’s it’s, you know, we have to get out of the Zoom but just, I don’t know about you, but I could do this for hours and hours. It’s just like, feels like such a deep gift. It’s a gift and an honor to receive these stories. And I, and I know you’re feeling the same way. I mean, the chat is blowing up and I encourage folks to continue to chat in your love to our storytellers as I close out our our night together with a few thank yous. So Joe, you can go ahead and if you’d like to put it on gallery view so we can see all stories all are storytellers, storytellers, first and foremost we just have to thank you all again. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for being here with us, for sharing your stories for your craft, for your courage, your sensational. So let’s hear it one more time for them. And if you’re listening in and you can’t applaud please go ahead and put that love in the chat. Couple other, thank you. Is Catherine McCarthy, my dear friend colleague and most importantly, fellow Middlebury mom and Java Soprano. Thank you for directing this show with me to Midd’s Office of Advancement, particularly Maggie Payne, Meg Story Groves, Alanna Shanley. Thank you so very much for giving us all of the support allowing this to be possible forging the way for this event. Thank you, Joe and Media Dervices. Thank you so so much for running tech and last but not least, all of you for showing up in this virtual realm and be holding these stories and being here together and sharing the space with us and creating this community. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for your time and your attention. I hope you feel has changed and is enlivened and touched by these stories as I do. And a quick reminder, folks keep tuning in for this Reunion at Home series tomorrow night 8:00 PM of Brad Corrigan achievement achievement award winner is gonna host a night of music and storytelling. Please don’t tell me you didn’t have a dispatch phase. I know you’re lying. Don’t miss it. You don’t wanna miss it. So I hope to see you then. And once more, if you’d like to put some love in the chat before you head out and we’ll say, thank you and good night.
Concert: The Grift
CLINT:
Welcome to the Middlebury College Reunion 2021 virtual Grift concert. We’re so glad you could join us. My name is Clint Bierman, Class of 1997. Joined with me are Jeff Vallone, Class of 1997.5, Peter Day, Class of 2001. We are also joined by Leon Campos on keys, and Josh Panda on vocals.
Just want to give a big shout out to the 1’s and 6’s to say we’re bummer you can’t be on campus this year, but, we look forward to seeing you face to face soon.
Hope this concert puts a bounce in your step, and makes you think of better days to come when you can come back to campus and reminisce about all the great things that Middlebury has.
Can’t wait to see you. Please enjoy the show.
PETER:
And a very very special shout out to my fellow class of 2001-ers, this was gonna be number 20, but hey, we are a fiiiiine wine, and we only get better with age.
SONG #1:
Naive Melody by Talking Heads
Home is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong, nothing
Oh, I have plenty of time
Oh, you got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
Home, is where I want to be But I guess I’m already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings I guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from the other Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be
Oh, we drift in and out Oh, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people You got a face with a view
I’m just an animal looking for a home and Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me ‘til my heart stops
Love me ‘til I’m dead
Eyes that light up Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head I got, ooh
SONG #2:
Twist and Shout by The Beatles
Well, shake it up, baby, now Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now Come on and work it on out
Well, work it on out, honey You know you look so good
You know you got me goin’ now Just like I know you would
Well, shake it up, baby, now Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now And let me know that you’re mine, woo
Ah, ah, ah, ah, wow Baby, now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now And let me know that you’re mine
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Ah, ah, ah, ah
SONG #3
September by Earth, Wind & Fire
Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing As we danced in the night
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Hey hey hey
Ba de ya, say do you remember? Ba de ya, dancing in September Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day
Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu Ba duda, badu, ba duda
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you Only blue talk and love
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now December found the love we shared in September Only blue talk and love
Remember true love we share today
Hey hey hey
Ba de ya, say do you remember? Ba de ya, dancing in September Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day
And we say
Ba de ya, say do you remember Ba de ya, dancing in September
Ba de ya, golden dreams were shiny days
The bell was ringing, oh oh Our souls were singing
Do you remember? never a cloudy day, yow
And we say
Ba de ya, say do you remember? Ba de ya, dancing in September Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day
And we say
Ba de ya, say do you remember? Ba de ya, dancing in September
Ba de ya, golden dreams were shiny days
Ba de ya de ya de ya Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya Ba de ya de ya de ya Ba de ya de ya
SONG #4
Like a Prayer by Madonna
Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there
I hear your voice
It’s like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice Feels like flying
I close my eyes
Oh God, I think I’m falling Out of the sky, I close my eyes Heaven help me
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there
Like a child
You whisper softly to me
You’re in control just like a child Now I’m dancing
It’s like a dream
No end and no beginning
You’re here with me, it’s like a dream Let the choir sing
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there When you call my name it’s like a little prayer I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel a power
Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there
Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home
Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery Just like a dream
You are not what you seem Just like a prayer
No choice, your voice can take me there
Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there It’s like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there (I’ll take you there) It’s like a dream to me (oh)
Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there (I’ll take you there) It’s like a dream to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there (oh)
It’s like a dream to me
Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery Just like a dream
You are not what you seem Just like a prayer
No choice, your voice can take me there Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery Just like a dream
You are not what you seem Just like a prayer
No choice, your voice can take me there Your voice can take me there
Like a prayer
(It’s like a prayer) (It’s like a prayer)
(Your voice can take me there) (It’s like a prayer)
(It’s like a prayer)
(Your voice can take me there) (It’s like a prayer)
SONGS #5, #6, & #7 PERFORMED A MEDLEY
Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
Fly by Sugar Ray
Tubthumping by Chumbawamba
Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo
I’m packed and I’m holding
I’m smiling, she’s living, she’s golden She lives for me, says she lives for me Ovation, her own motivation
She comes round and she goes down on me
And I make you smile, like a drug for you
Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you Keep on smiling, what we go through
One stop to the rhythm that divides you
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse Come on like a freak show takes the stage
We give them the games we play, she said
I want something else to get me through this Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby
I want something else, I’m not listening when you say good-bye
Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo
The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there Smiling in the pictures you would take
[Mumbled lyrics]
It won’t stop, I won’t come down
I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given Then I bumped again, then I bumped again
I said
How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you How do I get myself back to the place where you said
I want something else to get me through this
Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby
I want something else, I’m not listening when you say good-bye
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling I believe in the faith that grows
And that four right chords can make me cry When I’m with you I feel like I could die And that would be alright, alright
Baby, I want something else Not listening when you say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby Put your arms around me, baby I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby Put your arms around me, baby I just wanna fly
Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo I just wanna fly
Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
(Pissing the night away, pissing the night away)
He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times (Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy)
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down!
SONG #8
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke And she’s taking a drag Now they’re going to bed And my stomach is sick And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can’t look, it’s killing me And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes ‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside
I’m coming out of my cage And I’ve been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this?
(It was only a kiss), it was only a kiss Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab While he’s having a smoke And she’s taking a drag Now they’re going to bed And my stomach is sick And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now He takes off her dress now
Let me go
‘Cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes ‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside
I never I never I never I never
SONG #9
Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces Stylin’, wilin’, livin’ it up in the city Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent Gotta kiss myself, I’m so pretty
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man I’m too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
And my band ‘bout that money, break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you ‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you ‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you Saturday night and we in the spot Don’t believe me just watch (come on)
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch Don’t believe me just watch Don’t believe me just watch Don’t believe me just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh
Stop, wait a minute
Fill my cup, put some liquor in it Take a sip, sign a check
Julio, get the stretch
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood Jackson, Mississippi
If we show up, we gon’ show out Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man I’m too hot (hot damn)
Bitch say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
And my band ‘bout that money Break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you ‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you ‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you Saturday night and we in the spot Don’t believe me just watch (come on)
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh Don’t believe me just watch uh Don’t believe me just watch Don’t believe me just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh
Before we leave
Lemme tell y’all a lil’ something Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up Uptown funk you up Uptown funk you up uh
I said uptown funk you up Uptown funk you up Uptown funk you up Uptown funk you up
Come on, dance, jump on it If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don’t brag about it, come show me
Come on, dance Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
Well it’s Saturday night and we in the spot Don’t believe me just watch come on!
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh Don’t believe me just watch uh Don’t believe me just watch Don’t believe me just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on) Uptown funk you up (say what?) Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on) Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on) Uptown funk you up (say what?) Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on) Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on) Uptown funk you up (say what?) Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on) Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (say what?) Uptown funk you up
CLINT:
Thanks everybody!