The Kee

Emily and I have know one another since the early 90’s.  She swam  for Lake Country, I swam for NBSC.  When were were 12, she claimed Oasis was the best band in the world during an icebreaker at swim camp while she made the other kids who didn’t know any better say they loved some made-up band she recommended.   Years later, she cornered me at a swim meet to tell me she loved my CSNY t-shirt and that she had told her coach (Roy!) at Northeastern about me.  I went on a recruiting trip and the rest is history.

Descriptive Vocabulary: enterprising, industrious, spiritual, capable, sanguine, harmonious.

What you should know about her: Emily may be the most ambitious person I know.  She tour-managed the Dresden Dolls while the rest of us were still debating which cafeteria to tour in college.  She now runs her own bi-coastal talent management company called WhiteSmith Entertainment out of Brooklyn, NY and Los Angeles, CA.

She calls people donkeys in instead of douchebags.

She once made me attend a going-away party for a ferret named Butter Monster.

She’s a vegan-ish eater who I know for a fact used to LOVE bacon.

She was and probably still is a very talented swimmer.

She skipped first grade.

She’s the reason I’ve hugged Ray Allen, Jack Johnson, Tom Morello, half of The Roots, and many more.

Was Jon Cryor the spark that led to my smoldering love affair with Otis Redding’s music?  Maybe Otis is the reason I think Two and a Half Men is funny.  Either way, this scene makes me happy.

I’m realizing in my old age how incredibly tied to music my emotions are.  Sunday morning was saved when “Chicken Fried” by the Zac Brown Band wafted [does sound waft?] out of the living room.  Unlike the gaping window that had been left ajar the night before, my eyes wouldn’t open, I was freezing and it was far too early.  But! Anger was quelled by a catchy new country song, I smiled.

To continue combating my Funsick Monday [too much fun on the weekend leads to a longing for the joys of irresponsibility come Monday] I compiled 10 minutes of nostalgia for you.  Here’s to a better Tuesday.