You may have read in the regular forum about my recent promotion (thanks for spilling, TREY). While the opportunity is wonderful and I very excited about the future, the thinning of the resource that is me has been an unfortunate side effect, with my blog being the primary victim. So for this (hopefully) short time while I get my feet under me and muddle through the holidays, just know that I miss you all, and Steven wanted to say hello. His writing is coming along nicely, by the way. Keyboarding is next, and then it's a short jump to blogging. I'm thinking he'd make a decent intern.
Exhibit A. This floated my way via engineering. Surprise!
PS. Be sure to hug/salute/shake hands with a veteran today. It's the least we can do.
What can I say about this that isn't already said by the photo? We have a tech support pimp, an engineering tech skeleton biker from hell whose head actually catches on fire, and quite possibly the wimpiest looking engineer cowboy I've seen this side of Disney's Pecos Bill. No offense, Thump.
But a good time was had by all. And the place didn't catch on fire. Always a bonus.
I'm beyond mean, aren't I? I post a vague blog about a big announcement then
I don't even follow through until DAYS later. I should be banned from the
blogging world. YES, the announcement had to do with the Klipsch Music Center.
Now I realize most of you are saying, "What?!! That's it?!!", but
yes, that was it. It's a big deal in these here parts, you see. Allow me to
explain on a personal level.
I'm 41 years old and have lived in this area most of my life. Klipsch Music
Center (formerly Verizon Wireless, formerly Deer Creek), is 22 years old. If
you do some quick math, you can easily see how influential that venue could
have possibly been to my generation, in this region, and to me. I was on the
downhill side of 18 when it opened its doors, and hoooo doggies, was it a big
deal then. At that time if you wanted to see a big name show, you had to high
tail it to downtown Indianapolis to Market Square Arena or the Hoosier Dome
(both of which have since imploded, by the way. Nothing like non-existent major
landmarks to make you feel old). That was a hassle. And not nearly as fun as a
cool outdoor venue in the summertime. There just wasn't any grass in Market
Square. Well, not the kind you'd sit on, anyway.
Enter Deer Creek Music Center. We were so cool. My high school began
graduating their seniors out of that amphitheater when our gym got too small in
1989. I saw countless of memorable shows on that lawn. Witnessed some wicked thunderstorms
and even more wicked mud sliding by severely impaired concert goers. I went to
a concert with my brother when we were just out of college and finally friends.
And even when 24,000 people are packed in there, it still feels like an
intimate event, and I inevitably run into many people I know. Feels like home.
Through the past 10 years of Deer Creek being "Verizon Wireless,"
it has still been Deer Creek to me. But now its name makes sense and is part of
a company who truly appreciates the venue's past and future, not to mention one
that is so personal to me, I think I can finally start referring to it by its
correct name.
