I didn’t know the first thing about guitars, but this one sure looked good to me. Inside was a Washburn acoustic guitar and a Beatles song book. With nothing else to do, and for no other reason than the hell of it, I cracked open the guitar case. We were always too broke to ever go anywhere fun and so by Monday afternoon, I was bored to tears. The next week just so happened to be March Break. Now that I think about it, alcohol was probably the major reason in the guitar being left behind. Then next morning the guitar was still there. Like all good house parties in the Maritimes, someone brought a guitar. “THE KIDS WANNA ROCK!” we all yelled back.Īt one point during the show she lifted her shirt and flashed Bryan Adams.Ī couple months later, my Mom invited some friends over to celebrate her 40th birthday. The Moncton Coliseum was packed to the rafters.Īnimal seating, so we were right down in front. In early January of 1985, my brother and I went to see Bryan Adams on the second night of his “Reckless” tour. It was the first time I ever saw my Dad cry. I don’t know why, but I never told her who was standing in the doorway.įor the third time in my life I felt like I was in a vacuum, She looked back towards me and whispered, “Who is it?” She looked in the doorway, lifted her head and squinted. I motioned for him to come in, but he shook his head no. We took the elevator up to my Mom’s room.įor whatever reason he didn’t come any further into the room. My Dad was sitting on the front steps smoking a cigarette. Ten minutes later I pulled up to the hospital. “Well, Jesus Christ, Michael, I couldn’t get a hold of you or yer brother and you’d never think to call me, so I flew out here.” You know, it wouldn’t kill you to call once in a while.” It was the second time that I’d ever seen my Mom cry.Ĭhris and I were staying at a friend’s place. I wasn’t really paying any attention but there was a Beatles song playing.Īfter the song, the DJ came on and said that John Lennon had been shot and killed the night before in New York City.įor the second time in my life I felt like we were in a vacuum. I was standing at the sink in the bathroom brushing my teeth.Īs usual, the radio was playing in the background. My brother was at the kitchen table having breakfast. It was winter day in Havelock, New Brunswick. It was the first time that I’d ever seen my mother cry. My Mom was driving with one hand on the wheel and one over her mouth. Me, in front seat, staring out the window. My Mom was usually calm and cool about everything. I really liked the deep voice at the end singing, “Way on down, way on down…”Īfter the song, the DJ came on and said that Elvis Presley had died in Memphis, Tennessee. “Yeah, it is! Good ear! It’s his new song.” We were on our way to my aunt Claire’s house.Ī song came on that I’d never heard before, but, I recognized the voice. It was a summer day in Shediac, New Brunswick.
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