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Steve Perry, "Captured By The Moment"

Posted by Luminator on July 1, 2017 at 13:05:40:




During the Spring 1984 semester, Steve Perry released his solo album, Street Talk. Perry was born in Hanford, CA. And maybe that's why Vandersteen loudspeakers are headquartered there. But anyway, because Perry was lead singer of San Francisco-based Journey, we (I was in 7th grade) at Presidio Middle School bought Street Talk, mostly on cassette, usually from Rainbow Records or the Record Factory, both on Geary.

After school, there was nothing like hearing Perry's "Foolish Heart," as we walked along Clement Street.

When we returned for the Fall 1985 semester, we loved "Captured By The Moment," and wondered why it never was released as a single. It mesmerized us, and as we swayed to and in the cool San Francisco breeze, it was as though we fell in love. With what? With whom? Who cares?!

After the school year ended, I took my Street Talk cassette with me to Honolulu. My first high school classmate was my Oceanography lab partner, Hina. Now, of all the girls I've written about, Hina may arguably be the audiophiles' favorite. Several of you keep requesting that I write more about her.

One of the Oceanogrphy field trips had the little jitney-type vans stop at the (ruins of) Waikiki Natatorium. There, the teacher organized us by lab partner pairings. After speaking briefly about the Natatorium, the teacher then led us a short way to Sans Souci beach. We plopped our stuff on the beach, applied suntan lotion, and got out the snorkel gear.

Lest you get sand in your fins, you walk backwards into the water. Since it was 9-something in the morning, the water was kind of cold. The cold water made me grit my teeth, but as I backed in, the thin layer of fat in my skinny ass helped protect against the cold. I then braved the shock, and dove in. When I emerged, and blew the water out of my snorkel, I was facing the shore. Hina, for once in a magenta/fuchsia one-piece [she usually wore black or blue] was maybe ten feet in front of me, water up to her chest. She let out a mild protest, "Ah, cramp."

Naive, uneducated, dense, and inexperienced, I thought Hina had a foot or calf cramp. Even though we were supposed to use the buddy system, she slid her snorkel mask above her forehead, and encouraged me to go on alone, make the observations, and report back to her. She offered to do the write-up.

I was torn. I enthusiastically wanted to explore the wildlife, but I didn't want to go alone, didn't want to leave Hina behind. She said she'd keep an eye out on me, but was confident that I wouldn't need her, or any, help.

In about 8-10 feet of water, a concrete slab was lying on the sea floor. And then, for the first time in my life, I saw a living slipper lobster. I was so excited, I turned around, cut short my observations, and rushed back to Hina, to tell her about the slipper lobster, which was not on our checklist.

Wading in waist-deep water, Hina, though a bit stiff and cold, blissfully smiled, "I believe you." Back on shore, we sat on the beach, and Hina wrote down "slipper lobster" on the clipboard. Her handwriting was so much more graceful and legible than mine.

IIRC, it was quite a walk, to find the nearest outdoor showers. By now, the late morning sun was in full force, and you dried off quickly. Hina and I sat under shady trees, and brought out the Walkman. She asked what music I had, and I pulled out Steve Perry's Street Talk. When it got to "Captured By The Moment," Hina liked it. In fact, she rewound the cassette, just to hear it again. She, too, wondered why it wasn't on the radio/MTV, or released as a single.

Hina then took off the headphones, and asked if I had seen a restroom. As she rummaged through her bag, then it hit me. She didn't have a foot or calf cramp; it was menstrual. Like everything else, Hina acted with subtle discretion, grace, maturity, transparency, and relative ease. She didn't draw attention to herself, let everyone else get and move on. Thus, "Captured By The Moment" wasn't just a beautiful song; it was, more importantly, a rung on the ladder of puberty/adolescence.

-Lummy The Loch Monster