Paul’s Basement
Back in mid-2005, some friends and I slapped together a website (paulsbasement.org, no longer visible, sadly) where we could post some autobiographical things we had been writing. Later, we hosted Paul’s Basement parties, wrote a few songs together, posted a bunch of short films we made, and even had t-shirts printed.
Those were heady times, but eventually we were overtaken by the business of raising families and getting the oil changed in the Prius, and also Paul got bored and stopped maintaining the site. Sadly, what began as an exciting forum for celebrating our shared history now lies fallow.
Which is why I moved all of my stuff here.
“Road to Tacoma” Highlights
Please remember that we were teenagers, and it was the 80s.
Redacted Mash Notes 2020
Thanks to all the high school friends and girlfriends who wrote these notes. We changed your names, but I’m sure you know who you are.
Redacted Mash Notes (2006)
Matt and Jason shared carefully-edited excerpts from a recently discovered cache of high school mash notes.
And Then… (2006)
Hoping to present something “politically relevant” which “speaks to the concerns of our generation,” Jason opts to read a sci-fi short story he wrote in junior high.
Road to Tacoma, Part I
In January 1984, Matt, Jason, Eric, Paul (and a bunch of other folks) traveled to the bustling metropolis of Tacoma, Washington, to see Genesis (or possibly Gene Siskel; my memory is unreliable) live at the mighty Tacoma Dome.
Road to Tacoma, Part II
In this episode, Eric experiences terrifying flashbacks of his sojourn in the underworld, Jason visits the Optical Department at Sears, and Paul drives over one of Matt’s shoes. Why? It’s art, that’s why.
Driven to Tears
In 1983, Eric and I were dedicated concertgoers, often getting in line 12 or more hours before the show, braving the dangers of inclement weather, tyrannical security personnel, and aggressive street musicians.
These Pink Ladies Are Getting Hornier by the Minute
I am 37 years old, after all, and it doesn’t really affect me if he believes that I am “consorting with the Father of All Lies” when I watch “The Omen” on late-night TV.
You Don’t Know How it Feels
This was all before Susie married the mysterious Filipino lounge singer and disappeared, but that’s another story.
Jason Goes to Hell: Part II
The wound in my stomach had (mostly) stopped bleeding, so there seemed to be no reason I couldn’t dig a drainage field or break up some concrete.
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Glad to hear you found it worthwhile/compelling, Jeff! Let's catch up after the first of the year.
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