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Someone’s Basement Party

Someone’s Basement Party

People have long been fascinated with the idea of time travel. Countless books, movies, and television series have been dedicated to the subject. Even Kryz said that he'd choose time travel if he could have any super power. In some ways, we have time machines already, though - our brains.

Quote by Jeremy Iron with artwork by Lizette McMillen

Somewhere in there, we have collected all the stimuli we've experienced in our existence and, with the right trigger, all of it comes back. It could be a certain shade of green when the sun shines just right on the surface of the lake, the sound that's made when the leaves rustle in the wind on a fall night that's just cool enough to give you goose bumps, a bite of food you haven't has since that one time at your grandmother's house 23 years ago... The song "Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots expresses a yearning to "turn back time" and contains the line, "sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young." The critical element that transports us to another time and space could literally be anything. For me, there's a line from Third Eye Blind that takes me back in time to a very specific place and era of my life - "Someone's basement party..."

January 2010

I can't even explain with any sensibility why I was in Virginia so, I won't try, but there I was. Will picked me up and drove me to a sleepy cabin on Airport Road. I slept on a couch near the front door, cozied up with a cat. It was my first night at The Lodge.

The Lodge was "the band house" and therefore, a hot spot for all sorts of activity. I was supposed to stay there for my 10 day visit to Blacksburg (I only stayed there one night, but that's a tale for another time). While I can tell you stories from every room in that house, some good and some not so much, right now we're going to focus on the basement.

The band was called All Kinds of Gravity and they were in the process of recording an album. The basement doubled as the band's practice space. My first time down there, we were shooting some footage for a music video. The band played "Stardust" a few times through. We all danced and sang along. The basement party grew into a house party that doubled as Rob's birthday party.

While in Blacksburg, I attended several band practices in that basement and even did some singing when KC couldn't make it (although I was useless because I couldn't hear myself and my vocals kept drifting to match Rob's). I fell in love with that basement.

March 2010

It was my Spring Break and I was back in Blacksburg. While I'd gone and stayed elsewhere on my previous trip, I spent the majority of this trip at The Lodge. It was a quieter week than my previous visit but it started [and ended], in the basement.

My first night in started with a dance party that moved from the living room to the basement. It was a reunion with the some of the closest people to my heart, people I quickly considered to be my family after we'd met in January, people who I still consider family to this day. There were only 7 to 10 of us there, but we filled the room.

During the week, I mainly ventured to the basement to do laundry or something with the rest of my time being spent upstairs, until my last night in town. There was a basement party. My new tattoo was glowing in the black light, while Ivan spun vinyl, and everybody danced. Upstairs, I met the guy who would end up fathering my children. Back in the basement, at 4 a.m., an argument ensued over some happenings from January, riddled with a lot of questions that are still unanswered to this day. It was quite the night. It was a night that changed my life.

Summer 2010 - Spring 2011

The band broke up, with the members who had inhabited The Lodge moving down to Georgia. The Lodge stayed in the family, though. The Wolf Man moved in and, while The Lodge was now vastly different, it was still one of my favorite spots. I was living in Virginia at this point and The Lodge was my chill spot. I'd go there for a quiet night in, watching anime and drinking tequila, or listening to Bob Skaggs on vinyl while eating jello made from champagne. Nick even hosted part one of “Friendsgiving” at The Lodge (although he forgot to buy a turkey and “Friendsgiving:” Part Two consisted of taking all the side dishes to a party with the opposite menu). Good memories, for sure, and they make me just beam. Among many of my memories there with Nick, one of the best was a movie night in the basement. He had a projector set up and we screened a bootleg download of the 1927 silent film, Metropolis, set to a Pogo playlist. Already a brilliant movie, the electro-pop Disney mixes somehow synced perfectly with the film and made it that much better. There was magic in the basement that night and it still illuminates me any time it crosses my mind.

I haven't been to The Lodge in nearly 7 years now. I moved back West and haven't gone back to Blacksburg since. I couldn't tell you who lives there or what is happening in the basement these days. Most of the people I connect with The Lodge have moved away, so it wouldn't be the same even if I had the balls to ask the current resident and they were crazy enough to say yes. But none of that matters. What does matter is that every time "Something In You" starts to play, that opening line takes me back to Blacksburg, to that basement on Airport Road, to some of my most cherished memories, memories made with some of the people I love the most. Those three simple words burn golden in my heart and they make me warm. So, this one is to The Lodge - because there was something in you that now lives on in all of us.

Stephan Jenkins (Third Eye Blind) – ‘Don’t Delete The Kisses’ (Wolf Alice)

Stephan Jenkins (Third Eye Blind) – ‘Don’t Delete The Kisses’ (Wolf Alice)

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