Long Term Loss of Long Term Memory

This is very scary. I made up my list of the concerts I remember seeing, where I remember the name of the group. I ended the list by saying until I found the box of ticket stubs, that would have to do.

This weekend I found the box of ticket stubs. Uh, how do you explain that I have a ticket from Emerson Lake and Palmer from Madison Square Garden, with my handwriting on the back, and no recollection at fucking all of ever having seen them perform? Yeah, I know. That's pretty much the ONLY explanation. Nor do I remember going to see David Bowie, but there is my ticket stub. Not a whole ticket, but one which was torn in half.

There were a number of stubs from the Bottom Line or the Other End, with no notes, and no names. I saw somebody. Maybe they are already on the list. Who knows.

And then there are the stubs with only half a name. Hen--- Henry Higgins? What rocker is named Henry? Or group? Not Herman's Hermits. Not Don Henley. Not Harry Chapin. Henr---. Well, now I'm totally stumped.

So I guess until I pull out my old journals, and try to match entries and dates, the list will remain incomplete and my memory will continue to be like swiss cheese.

Mind like a steel sieve, I swear.