Cam McHarg's random musings

In a sharing mood.

I’ve only met my biological father 3x’s in my entire life, and two of those times were for less than five minutes.

I think the last time was when I was 18 years old.

I’m his only child, and he’s started to try to reach out to me occasionally just over the last year or so.

We’ve talked on the phone a few times, and there’s some good intention and effort there, but it always felt a little awkward. No surprise there.

I’ve always really looked up to and idolized my grampa, who I lost last summer.

I used to call him every year on Father’s Day.

It was tough for me today, because I couldn’t do that this time.

Tonight, I went ahead and called my bio dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day. I felt the need to do it for some reason.

I left a brief and awkward voice-mail. In some ways, that was a relief, but I did it.

After I hung up, I realized that this was probably the first time that anyone has ever said that to him, much less from me.

I don’t know why I’m sharing this with the public.
I’m actually a really private guy, maybe even to a fault sometimes.
I guess maybe it’s because I’m sure there are many others out there with similarly less than perfect situations and stories, and there’s something kind of powerful here (at least to me) that’s difficult to put my finger on exactly that I needed to get out.

I suppose as long as you’re alive, it’s never too late.

Anyway, there it is.

Grow a pair.

Love this.

“I wanna be fully exposed. I paid for this myself. I took the risk myself. Risk nothing, get nothing. If you wanna be famous, then it’s OK if the music is fake, because fame isn’t real. If you just wanna take the shortest distance to Kim Kardashian’s underwear drawer, then that’s fine, too. I’m not even against it. But if you wanna make something real, and you want it to be honest, then you don’t have any choice but to take a huge risk.”

-Josh Homme (on his latest project)

Okay, I’ve just finished my first feature script…

It’s called, Sitiado.
It’s sort of a mistaken identity/western/thriller set in 1971 Mexico with a little dash of Easy Rider tossed into the mix.
It’s got a lot of fixing up and tweaking needed now, but that feels pretty damn good.
:)

Nostalgia Lane

Just for fun, I put some old stuff on my iPod that I used to listen to between the ages of about 10-18 years old and went to the gym.
I literally can hardly even remember being there.
It was like being immersed in some kind of nostalgia movie.

Memories like these filled my mind:

-Practicing with my nunchucks Bruce Lee/Dirk Diggler style and bruising the sh*t out of my elbows, knees, and the back of my head in the process.

-Spending entire afternoons everyday practicing BMX racing starts and sprints on my beloved Skyway T/A bike and my 80’s checkered pads.

-Having breakdance break-offs on cardboard in between races at the BMX track in the summer while someone’s Boom box blasted something from Beat Street.

-Being mortified when I saw my former babysitter (just a few years older than me) making out with some dude with feather hair, painter pants, and a Journey concert jersey in some park.

-Later memories of huge bonfire parties in the woods with endless cases of beer and/or drinking cheap beer in church parking lots and keeping the local police employed.

-Bootlegging beer from some local dipshit named “Rosebud” (he didn’t even ask for money to do it, and we would fight over who had to sit next to this guy in the car).

-Driving my old Pontiac LeMans with my buddies through the country in the summer with the windows down and music blasting on the way to go bridge jumping in local river.

-Making a feeble and probably failed attempt to impress the ladies by jumping off one of these said bridges in the complete dark of night. (I have no idea how I escaped ending up like Stephen Hawking or even getting killed.)

It was a fun trip.
:)