Mar 18, 2010, 2:25 PM EDT
Jason Mulgrew is a South Philadelphia native who grew up idolizing Michael Jack Schmidt. Perhaps most famous for running a fireworks distribution empire, he also happens to be a fellow alum of Boston College who has blog. His new book is titled Everything Is Wrong with Me: A Memoir of an American Childhood Gone, Well, Wrong. The book, much like his blog, is quite hilarious. He was kind enough to answer a few of our questions, mostly about the Dead and Philly sports venues.
Enrico: You’re a Philly guy,
you went to a local Prep school, you graduated from Boston College,
and you have a blog, yet you give off the impression you’re not pulling
tail left and right. What gives?
Jason: You’re telling me that
spending my adolescent years going through puberty surrounded by 200
dudes, being a fat guy from South Philly with a beard and attending
a college stocked with New England-bred upper class girls who prefer
the J. Crew/lacrosse player type, and having an internet diary means
I should be getting laid more? Really? Please tell me you’re
kidding me, because I know that shit ain’t working for you.
And if you’re not kidding,
I’m really going to flip out. We just might have to move on.
Perhaps my favorite anecdote
from your book was the story of your parents first
“encounter” or what you want to call it back in the 70’s.
In short, they first encountered each other during the Mummer’s Parade
while your dad was doing his best drunken strut while unknowingly bleeding
from a stab wound. That’s pretty much the best
“how did you meet” story I’ve ever heard. I secretly wanted
to meet a gorgeous girl during the Phillies World Series parade in 2008,
fall in love, and subsequently marry her. That way when people
ask the “how did you meet?” question, we’d have a killer answer.
So, I guess my question is, how can you top your parents’ story?
Give us a situation where you meet some lovely lady, fall in love, and
get married that tops your parents’ tale.
First, I think that my dad
was aware that he had been stabbed and was bleeding; he just was too
drunk to care. And you’re right, that’s pretty much the best
“How did you meet?” story ever. And in the case of my parents,
there’s actual photographic proof! Which, of course, you’ll
have to buy the book to see.
(Well, I guess you could technically
just pick up the book, look at the picture, and then put it down and
walk away. But you’d have to read the chapter to get the whole
I don’t know if I – or
really, anyone – will be able to top theirs. I can say that
a few years ago, my roommate and I used a drug delivery service in NYC
(just for pot, don’t worry). It was amazing, quick and efficient
– you’d call, tell them what you wanted, and 45 minutes later, a
guy would show up with your pot. Awesome. It was a sad,
sad day for us when it was eventually busted.
But anyway, there were only
two guys who ever showed up at our place to drop off the pot: a pretty
jacked Latino dude who didn’t speak at all and was in and out in under
ten seconds and this dirty-ass skinny Wook who’d want to come in,
have a beer, smoke, hang out, whatever. And my roommate and I
never knew which one it would be, so each time we opened the door, it
was a surprise. We were always hoping for the scary Latino dude,
because, even though he was more likely to murder us, at least he didn’t
want to hang out.
But the roommate and I had
a joke that maybe one day we’d open the door to receive our pot and
instead of the Latino guy or the Wook, there’d be the gorgeous girl
– this smoking hot hippie chick with long flowing hair and an ample
bosom, standing there, an eighth or quarter of pot in her hand, and
that’s it – you get the classic “love at first sight” montage
where she brushes her hair behind her shoulder in slow-motion and “Dream
Weaver” starts playing and bam, you’re in love.
So maybe something like that
could come close to my parents’ story: this hot girl delivers my pot,
we strike up a conversation, spend our first date smoking up, eating
Pringles and watching “The Big Lebowski”, and we eventually marry,
almost certainly on a farm, to the wedding song like “Wagon Wheel”
by OCMS. Then, years later, when we’re sitting at a wedding
table full of strangers and one of them asks, “So how did you guys
meet?” I could say, “It’s a funny story, actually – she used
to work for my drug dealer. Well, I guess technically she used
to be my drug dealer, since I gave her cash and she gave me drugs,
but, really, I’m not a lawyer. We now have little two girls, Star
and Star As Well, and a third child on the way.”
You’re an annual Mummer
with the Froggy Carr brigade. Those are the really, really drunk
ones, is that correct? Also, what do you think you’ll ever become
an official member are?
I think it would be fair
to categorize Froggy Carr as the “really, really drunks ones”, yes.
For this and other reasons, I’ve been going out with Froggy Carr since
I was about two.
As for being a member, I don’t
know. As I explain the book, almost anyone can go out with Froggy
Carr or other Comics in the Mummers Parade, but only a select few become
members of the club. Maybe if the book sells a ton of copies,
they’ll let me in. I certainly hope so – I have a crippling
need for acceptance and approval. By the way, how am I doing so
far? If you don’t like it, we can start over. I’m sorry.
You idolized Michael
Jack growing up, yet were admittedly a truly pathetic baseball player
(.013 career batting average). You share plenty of tales in the
book about the obstacles in life that were challenging that perhaps
helped shape you as a person. Yet you seem to take being the worst little
league player ever in stride. I think being such a shitty little
league player would damage me for life. Thoughts?
Little League was about
so much more than actually playing baseball. It was about making
friends, eating sugary snacks, and, in the case of my team, learning
about and discussing masturbation. I’ve also always approached
life with the general feeling that if at first you don’t succeed,
you should probably move on right away to something else you might be
better at. So when I realized that I sucked at baseball, I sort
of shrugged it off and focused on hanging out with the other terrible
guys on the team and cracking jokes with them.
See? There’s a lesson
here. When life gives you lemons, drop the shit out of those lemons
and go play video games or something.
You talk about getting
the chance to see the Grateful Dead at the Spectrum as a 12-year-old.
That must have been pretty surreal, obviously. How was Jerry that
night? Anything else you remember about the evening? Any
other great Spectrum memories?
Overall, that was a memorable
night, featuring a lot of “firsts”: first time I saw the Dead, first
time I saw a boob (that’s another teaser for the book), first time
I did or inhaled or whatever a nitrous balloon. This last one
is especially surprising – I was doing nitrous balloons in the parking
lot of a Dead show when I was 12 or 13, but I didn’t even drink until
I was 18 or 19. As for Jerry, I remember he was much fatter than
I thought he’d be and also very stationary. But they did “Loose
Lucy” and “He’s Gone”, which were then and still are two of
my favorites. (Here’s the full setlist)
And other Spectrum memories…I
saw the Phantoms win the Calder Cup there in 1998. I wasn’t
a huge Phantoms fan, but to be present when a Philly team won a championship
was pretty awesome, something I wouldn’t get to see until ten years
later, when a buddy happened upon an extra ticket to Game Five.
I was in Vegas at the time, but booked the first flight out in the morning
to Philly to catch the game. Spectacular.
But back to the Spectrum…I
saw my first ever concert there, which was Paula Abdul, with Color Me
Badd opening. The Dead was my second concert, two years later.
A lot happened in those two years, obviously.
Having grown up on Two
Street, you lived in the shadows of the Vet for much of your life.
Got a good Vet story? Perhaps an adventure in the 700 level that
you’d like to share?
Ah, yes. Aside from
the obvious – about a billion Phillies’ games on $4 general admission
tickets – I do remember that on at least one occasion my buddies and
I snuck into the Vet to run the football field. That was awesome.
I’m sure I didn’t make it the whole 100 yards – or even 20 –
but it was still awesome nonetheless.
And I remember one particular
football game when I must have been 7 or 8. I was there with my
dad, sitting in the 700 level, and there was this guy in our section,
Bill. All of the sudden during the game, apropos of nothing, the
people in the section would start chanting, “Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!”
and Bill would come barreling down the aisle to the front of the section,
and do something between a Truffle Shuffle and a cheer, and everyone
would just erupt, roaring and cheering along with him. He did
this a bunch of times, and then once when he was racing down the steps
to do it again, right toward the bottom, he totally bit it – just
fell flat on his face, hard. And when he fell, everyone got quiet
and hushed, but then Bill just jumped right up and yelled and everyone
else yelled and it was quite a special moment, one of those “only
in Philly” moments – or only in the 700 level moments, I guess.
Thanks to Jason for a fun Q&A. Buy his book Everything Is Wrong with Me: A Memoir of an American Childhood Gone, Well, Wrong. You can also meet him at his book signing at Barnes and Noble on 18th and Walnut on Thursday, April 8, at 6 p.m.
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