My dad and I shared many things: incredibly dark hair, arm hair that one could braid, a love of Law & Order, and an obsession with music. Though we often commiserated or joked about those other commonalities, music was what really bonded us together. In the 90s, before digital radio displays, we would challenge each other to “name that song.” More often than not, we could get it right within seconds. Many of my favourite childhood memories involve errand running with Dad, because we would play this game in the car. Canadian bands were our specialty.
Music was a powerful thing between him and I. We would share CDs, which made things particularly problematic when we both wanted to listen to Jagged Little Pill at the same time in two different places. He introduced me to some of the best music, including bands I still love to this day. I honestly can’t hear a Collective Soul or Foo Fighters song without recalling how much he loved those bands.
Most of our musical tastes overlapped. There were really very few songs or bands that one of us loved and the other didn’t. That all changed in 1997, with the release of In Loving Memory Of… by the (apparently part American) Canadian band Big Wreck.
It wasn’t a bad record. In fact, I still listen to songs like “The Oaf (My Luck Is Wasted)” and “Under the Lighthouse” to this day. In Loving Memory Of… had commercial and critical success on both sides of the boarder, but was particularly well received in Canada where three singles hit the charts. Two of those hits were “The Oaf” and “Blown Wide Open.” The other has been the bane of my existence since October 1997, when my dad brought In Loving Memory Of… into our lives. That particular song is entitled “That Song”, and I still shudder just thinking about it. Read more.
via Geeks In Art