Recorded 43 years ago in a community college 8 track studio in London Ontario (all analog). Ah ... to be 22 again - we kinda knew what we were doing but were clueless at the same time.
In 1979, my old friend & musical partner Mark Clifford returned to finish his third & final year (Music Industry Arts) there after we had performed together in Major Hooples out of Kitchener. Touring in the large format was epic. Blast actually. Thunder Bay to Halifax (and everywhere in between). Hundreds of shows - serious fun.
Turns out, Mark's intimate & accelerated recollection of turbulent times closing out that torrential year (particularly amongst band members) lives on. A difficult memory. It felt like a 747 (landing), careening off the runway at 200 mph and crashing into a forest.
and so there's a dark departure, followed by a welcomed arrival.
Crafting layered taped vocal loops (not unlike the U.K. band 10CC did just a couple of years earlier on their monster hit 'I'm not in Love'), only in a much humbler recording environment; playing all the instruments - including sitar which he still has, and engineering it himself.
Listening now (4 decades later), it almost defies all logic that such a beautiful song production could possibly be created in such a rudimentary place (w/fondness). It's almost inconceivable that it gently unfolded into such a brilliant conception in such a quiet, unassuming setting (Fanshawe College), flying under the radar since.
Mark, (living in his hometown, St Catharines now) sent a .wav file to me a week ago (late Oct 2022), vaguely remembering it before doing it up after imagining a new mix launch after a few listens, enjoying it more & more as it evolved. Finishing an audio remix first, then seeing pictures; faces. Out of Logic and into Final Cut we go. So here we are.
I'd like to think that it's a fresh take on a classic caper. Relevant? ... oh ya.
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts,
while the stupid ones are full of confidence."
Charles Bukowski
Freedom is just a feeble excuse to set fire to the barn.
Fascinating to me ... there are some people you meet
who you feel immediately comfortable around, and others
who are terrifying. What's up with that?
When I was in Grade 7 at Centennial Central School in Comber Ontario (1968), we had a class uprising/revolt. Our new teacher (Mr. Kennedy) was young; just out of teacher’s college and he was weak.
We discovered early on that we could control him (if we stuck together) and one rainy early afternoon that late spring, turned the classroom into a party, tying him up to his chair, blindfolding & gagging him and spent the rest of the school day partying, listening to music, dancing and creating chaos/destroying the classroom. It was a blast! It was also the most important lesson I learned in all of grade school AND it wasn't in the curriculum. No. Real world.
The reason for our revolt was a simple one … too many rules & not enough freedom.
Just a small flaw with our plan. We had the same conditions as the rest of the school did. Yes, rules & restrictions, decided by grown ups who supposedly had more wisdom/maturity than we did.It was no different than any other public school in Canada, only we had a rare opening … and we used it.
What I find most interesting (in retrospect), is that the school must have known what was going on (from the noise, loud music in the classroom), but did nothing to stop it.
Mmmmn ok. Echoes. That familiar - out of sight, out of mind.
Ok, we were old enough to understand that law & order were basic cornerstones of every civilized community wishing to remain productive, functional & organized and that even our parents & teachers had to obey the law & follow the rules too. Fuck that!No, this was a one off rebellion shared by 13 year olds wishing to make a point FOR FUN!
The freedom angle was just an excuse, a reason to push back against authority. Sounds almost legitimate right? It was a momentary awakening in that if enough of us young teenagers got together (all over the world), we could change everything and that for once, they would be answering to US!An event beyond what any of us could imagine; bliss in anarchy in overcoming the powers that be which also meant PUNISHMENT to every man, woman & child who opposed us.
Payback? You bet! Being told to wear our boots outside after a winter snowstorm, or - or no Playstation until after the homework is done? How about no dessert until we finish all our supper? NO MORE! I'll wear my running shoes outside after it snows, play video games instead of going to school - hell, I'll eat dessert FOR supper every day if I want! You can't tell me what to do anymore because you don't matter!
Ah, adolescence. What I would give, to be a kid again ...
and so ...
Welcome to the freedom farce.
Fast forward 50 years and what I’m seeing recently sure feels a whole lot like that Grade 7 uprising in Comber only it’s everywhere.In comes a President who acts like an entitled man-child and those following him, look & act just the same, encouraging a hundred million followers to do just that … revolt.Why?Freedom! Only it's not against our teachers, principals, parents or the police ... no, it's the elite progressives (Democrats, Liberal Socialist whiners who think they're better than us). You're NOT better than me!
Righteous entitlement flexes its muscles just like it did in 1968 in Comber Ontario, only it’s a whole lot bigger & meaner.It really is all the same stuff only it’s every public school across the country.
Same argument … we won’t live by your rules anymore. In closing, mark my words. There will be more freedom marches, convoys, and protests not that unlike what we just saw in Ottawa. It was a so-called revolt against vaccine passports (so they say). I say LIE! It had little or even nothing to do with that. An excuse to tie up the teacher and throw a smash bash is what I'm thinking. Let's turn our Prime Minister into a clown, make a lot of noise, deface monuments and spray paint graffiti on the sidewalks of our nation's capitol is what this is really about. A fuck you partay!
Epilogue:
We never saw Mr. Kennedy after that day. Either he quit or was let go (I'm thinking the latter). We had a substitute teacher for the last 2 months of that school year. That day is indelibly stamped in my psyche to this day, just like it was 53 years ago … and ‘freedom’ (now, just like it was then), is just a feeble excuse to set fire to the barn.
