While my hearing is pretty bad, I can hear some things and am not considered clinically deaf. I had a CAT scan in my early 20s, which showed that my cochleas didn't completely form. My diagnosis is "profound hearing loss." Loud, deep noises are my friends. I've never heard a bird sing. I can't hear the kettle whistle or the doorbell ring.
When Warring came out, I thought it was going to be the record for us. How naïve I was. Warring doesn't have a conventional single: the songs are too complex, the choruses aren't big enough or well enough defined and the lyrics are too abstract for commercial rock radio. I even remember having that clichéd conversation where someone said "I don't hear a single."
Rap producer and real life cartoon thug kingpin Suge Knight was shot multiple times on Sunday during a Chris Brown-hosted VMA Awards party at a Los Angeles nightclub. Watching the footage of screaming party-goers scrambling for cover, my first thought should have been that I hope that no one was killed, but instead it was "Really? This is still a thing?"
If you messed up that guitar solo you've been working on or you busted your ass on some decrepit stage only to receive a payment of a burger and two drink tickets, remember; you have had the opportunity to 'hang out' with good friends and hopefully, dare I say it, have a fun. Days move fast, changes happen quick and in no time you will be at a job, shirt tucked in your freshly pressed khakis.
I am just one of many thousands of Corey Hart fans, and I can't explain how deeply Corey's acknowledgements touch me. I've spent a lot of my life on the periphery. I've been stood up, left behind, forgotten about. I live a very lonely existence at times. To have Corey recognize me this way -- Corey Hart! -- an internationally acclaimed pop star who I've admired almost my whole life -- fulfills me in a way I can't explain.