Month: January 2022

One of my favorite post-90’s network TV shows is “Scrubs.”  The show debuted in the fall of 2001 and I was a fan of the half hour NBC dramedy from the get-go.  Quick, smart writing, interesting characters, fun comedic and serious twists made it a must-watch.  The series ended in 2010 but these days you can catch reruns every Wednesday on IFC.  I DVR it and catch up on some familiar laughs and storylines.

One thing I now notice about “Scrubs” is that over the last twenty years I’ve evolved in my identifying with the lead characters of the show.  Aging, maturing and life’s experiences will do that to you.  Let me explain.

When “Scrubs” began airing I found myself relating very closely with med-students John ‘J.D.’ Dorian and Chris Turk.  These guys were young upstart medical interns with plenty to learn at Sacred Heart, a teaching Hospital.  They were immature and goofy but full of promise.  In context I was ten years older than these guys but working in big city radio, I was at a low level of maturity and as care free as JD and Turk.

Fast forward ten years and as ‘Scrubs’ left the air there were still the reruns to enjoy.  I was now a certified teacher, closing in on age fifty and found myself aligning with Dr. Perry Cox.  Dr. Cox was the sarcastic, proficient lead doctor at Sacred Heart Hospital. He was a helpful mentor to JD, Turk, Eliot Reid and often bumped heads with Sacred Heart’s big boss, Chief of Medicine Dr. Bob Kelso.  Dr. Cox’s efforts to improve the careers of his younger staff was kind of like me trying to teach my students in class and get them to embrace lifelong learning.  Like Dr. Cox I did this with personal passion, dry humor and an occasional tinge of sarcasm.

So now here we are twenty years later in the existence of “Scrubs” and also in my own life.  I’m sixty-one, fully functioning with years of experience to share in my work. I’m moving forward as a teacher of students, a hopefully reliable help to younger teachers and a bit of a happy curmudgeon.  In other words, I now sometimes identify with the words and ways of Sacred Heart’s Dr. Bob Kelso. 

There are no more characters after Dr. Kelso’s age to align with on “Scrubs” so I’m pretty much in a holding pattern with that.  One thing to glean from this ‘Scrubs Evolution’ is I’m still learning new things.  New ways to teach and help others and maybe even finding a few new revelations about myself.  To quote a line from the “Scrubs” TV theme, “I can’t do this all on my own, no I’m no Superman.”

NEXT WEEK: SOME SONGS ABOUT CHEAP SEX.

Last year when songwriter/music producer Jim Steinman died, I wrote a blog paying tribute to his works.  I put most of my focus on his collaboration with Meatloaf on the landmark “Bat Out of Hell” album. 

Well, now Meatloaf himself has passed away at the age of 74 so I thought I’d re-play some of what I blogged last year. 

 Jim Steinman wrote all the songs for “Bat Out of Hell.”  Tracks from that record included the title track, “Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad,” the operatic “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” and other great songs that made both sides of that disc fun to listen to.

“Bat Out Of Hell” came out in late 1977. At that time my stereo’s turntable spun albums by The Who, Elton John, Queen, Eagles and Bob Seger. Meatloaf’s songs were also played loudly and often in my bedroom.

This record had a bold orchestral sound to it.  It was very theatrical, as was 270 pound Meatloaf performing concerts in black slacks and a ruffled tuxedo shirt all breathy and sweaty.  Lots was made of Meatloaf’s heavyset body and long hair but his vocals easily eclipsed whatever his look was.

So back in 1977 at age 16, I was full of piss and vinegar and of course teen lust.  At that time, I’m not sure any other set of songs were as much in my wheelhouse as what “Bat Out of Hell” brought me.

You had the drama of “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” with the whole idea of ‘going all the way’ that lit fires of passion and wanting. Lyrics like “Well I can remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday, parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight, and I never had a girl looking any better than you did, and all the kids at school, they were wishing they were me that night.”   How can you listen to that and not think about the night you had with that much wanted “hot date”?

There was the angst and frustration of “All Revved Up and No Place to Go.”   “I was nothing but a lonely boy looking for something new, and you were nothing but a lonely girl, but you were something, something like a dream come true.”  And then to go on to the chorus of this guy and girl with “Every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow, do you know what it’s like, all revved up and no place to go.”

Finally, there was my favorite track, “You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth starting with the boy-girl recitation asking “Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” This followed by the sung lines, “It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning, there was fog crawling over the sand, when I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning, I see the shooting stars falling through your trembling hands.”  I didn’t have a beach to take girls to but I sure wished one was nearby.    

Then top this off with the killer line “You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining, I was dying just to ask for a taste, we were lying together in a silver lining by the light of the moon, you know there’s another moment to waste.”  Been there, done that. Whew!

Just re-writing these Jim Steinman lines brings me back to cranking those songs every Friday and Saturday night before going out with friends to high school parties to guzzle cans of Old Style & Olympia beer, all charged up and hoping to chat up a girl or two.  After that, who knows what might happen?

Me and most of my high school buddies were a bit slow to get out of the gate with the opposite sex; like Bob Seger so aptly sang we were ‘Working on mysteries without any clues.’  Eventually, all of us did find our footing with girls and thankfully I had the songs from “Bat Out of Hell” there to let me know I wasn’t alone in my wanting. There was someone who knew how I felt, there was hope and yes, maybe even a slight glimpse of paradise by the dashboard light…

So now we bid farewell to Meatloaf at age 74.  As many of the obits are saying, he was quite a character, full of charisma and passion.  And to Meatloaf and his song partner Jim Steinman I add, thanks for the music and the memories that remain…

NEXT BLOG- My evolution through the characters on “Scrubs.”