1983. Davis, CA
both my older brother’s and i got business degrees in college. when we graduated
we got a suit. the interview suit. with it we were supposed to get a good job and
be off on our own.
when i graduated i had no idea what i wanted to do. amazingly i’d never given it
much thought. so i moved back to davis, and into my old room at my parents’
house. not exactly the next step they’d hoped for.
i got my suit and a haircut, and started signing up for interviews at the u.c. davis
career center. none of the companies interested me, so i picked ones that were
located in places i might like to live.
i did some interviews and pretended to care, while secretly hoping i wouldn’t get
hired.
one day i was listening to kdvs, the college station, and a song by true west came
on. i’d been in a band with one of the members before i went away to college –
i’d heard he had a new group and that they were doing well.
the music was cool
i was jealous
i ran into him shortly after that and he told me they were looking for a drummer.
they’d be making a new record soon, then going on tour
i auditioned and was asked to join the band
i canceled the rest of the interviews i’d signed up for
the suit went in the closet and i never wore it again