Ah, the memories that music has a strange way of unfolding…
Like everyone else, I often wonder what my life would be like if I could go back and change certain things. Sure, I’d try harder in high school. Naturally, I would’ve gotten a degree sooner than later. I don’t think changes of this nature are what I currently have in mind though.
There was a period of time in the early 80s that a good portion of my weekends were spent listening to albums in my friend Cory’s basement. Cory and I met through our mutual friend David. I remember it like it was yesterday…the checkerboard ceiling, the Pioneer receiver, the Technics turntable, the ATS speakers. It was the calm before my own personal storm in a sense.
One of the albums the three of us listened to together was the self-titled opus from Canada’s Coney Hatch. Andy Curran and co. took a very different approach to making music…less talk, more rock in a sense. It wasn’t all about the hair and makeup to these rockers. Judging by the prices the album is fetching on Amazon, I’m not the only one who has fond memories of it.
Oh yeah, the rest of the story…David started spending his summers in Massachusetts working at a summer camp and the three of us slowly started drifting apart before we had a chance to see our first concert together. Come to think of it, I don’t think the three of us ever did see a show together.
As ridiculous as it might seem, going back and spending another weekend listening to records with these guys would be better than any couch session imaginable. Granted, the accumulation of baggage would have to be left at the door. I can’t help but wonder if the time spent in that basement meant nearly as much to those two as it did to me?!
Things sort of spun out of control for me after those days, but just like Gloria Gaynor…I did and will continue to survive. Hey! Hey!
MP3: Coney Hatch - “Monkey Bars”
MP3: Coney Hatch - “Devil’s Deck”
