Paul McCartney, Godzilla, and Me


When I had to pick a new user name for this blog, I’m sure you will not be surprised to hear that I had to incorporate numbers, which is why I became howardjohnson1985. I usually try to come up with something that I can remember (which is becoming increasingly difficult), and thought about using the year I was born. But frankly, I don’t care to be reminded of how old I am that often, and decided to choose another year. For some reason, 1985 popped into my brain, and so I thought I’d grab hold of it for my own purposes.

Then, I tried to figure out what it was about 1985 that appealed to me. It wasn’t as though it was a spectacular year for me personally–it wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t great–in fact, I don’t really recall any great triumphs or tragedies occurring in that year. It was the year after 1984, when a lot of people seemed to be a bit disturbed due to the George Orwell book. But I don’t think there was anything significant in getting past the dreaded 1984.

Looking back on it from this millennium, I can only recall two popular culture usages of 1985. The first was the song 1985 from Band on the Run, which is arguably the best post-Beatles work from Paul McCartney. It certainly isn’t my favorite McCartney song, although it also isn’t my least favorite. But if you think “1985” for very long, and you are of a certain age, it may very well pop into your head. Go ahead, try it. See?

The second was the movie Godzilla 1985, which was a re-boot of the Godzilla series from, I believe, Toho Studios, which gave us Godzilla in the first place. It was not the greatest of the Godzilla movies (that title would  belong to either the original Godzilla, King of the Monsters, or possibly Godzilla vs The Thing, also known as Godzilla vs. Mothra), but it was certainly better than much of the drek that had been released during the previous decade. Again, not my favorite Godzilla movie, but certainly not my least favorite. (Not to mention that the following year, I would be on stage in a Chicago improv theatre each night describing  the history of post-World War II relations as seen through the films of Godzilla. Long story, which I’ll get to eventually.)

It all seemed pretty arbitrary. But I learned, largely through my improvisation training with Del Close (again, more to come), to look for connections. And what connections are there between Paul McCartney, Godzilla, and me? The answer became obvious. McCartney and Godzilla are known for comebacks and re-inventing themselves, and that’s what I’m doing with this blog. I’m starting again, just like the Cute One and the Big Green One, only I’m starting over as a fiction writer and delving into the cyber world.

I don’t know where it’ll go, but I think it’s going to be a fun ride. Hope you’ll come along with me.