Robert Eleazer
Bio
Editor/Publisher at MannerJax.Wordpress.com. Southpaw.
Stories (4/0)
Footsteps in the Hall
I still remember the first time I heard that baritone growl. The low, almost primal howl. I remember the first time I saw the nearly insane grin on the face of the man who would eventually come to be my personal hero. I remember years later, after a ten year hiatus from grunge, the first time I really heard a guitar solo that stopped me in my tracks and leaft me with my mouth agape. And I remember the first time I saw them all live in 2003 and felt for the first time the music of a band from Seattle, the greatest band this country has ever given me, given us. Pearl Jam has always been more than five guys playing instruments and singing songs about being alive and speaking in class and flowing evenly. They were the soundtrack to my life and the backdrop to every emotion I've ever felt.
By Robert Eleazer6 years ago in Beat
How to Stop Being a Weak, Nerdy Victim and Start Being a Man
I've always had a temper. As a kid in elementary school, I would instigate fights with much tougher kids and then get the crap beat out of me. A lot. And I wasn't a tough kid myself. I was a skinny, wimpy, tea sandwich of a boy with thick glasses—perfect fodder for bullies or anyone else looking to make mincemeat out of someone. It's actually pretty funny to think about, decades later. Some scrawny weakling, intentionally starting some shit with a bigger, tougher kid, only to limp home with an even bigger chip on my shoulder, angry at the other kid for having the audacity to fight me. It's funny, but also kinda twisted. I'd start the fight for some perceived reason, get my clock cleaned, and then carry this anger around because people pick on me. It was the extreme end of playing the victim with a side of Ed Norton's self ass-kicking in Fight Club for good measure. I played this role for years. To be honest, I still do to an extent.
By Robert Eleazer6 years ago in Motivation
I'm 36, Fit, and Don't Smoke. Of Course I Had a Stroke
Mickey Mantle once famously quipped "If I had known I was gonna live this long, I would've taken better care of myself." I don't know how old ole' Mick was when he said that, but I bet dollars to doughnuts that he was on the far side of forty. He sure as shit wasn't too young to be president of the United States like I was when I found out I had a goddamn heart condition. And I wasn't even a Triple Crown winner, a member of the Yankees, or had ever received a blow job from a fan before a game (Google it).
By Robert Eleazer6 years ago in Longevity