Yesterday’s post might give the impression that music hasn’t played an important role in my relationship with my wife. That’s far from the case. So I’m dedicating the next five days to songs that are inexorably tied to our courtship.
Toad the Wet Sprocket’s Fear came out a year before I met Alex, but I’ll forever associate it with the summer of ’92.
Alex and I listened to a lot of music while we were working together at a movie theater in Coconut Grove, driving to South Beach at all hours of the night, hanging out in my parent’s house. You don’t appreciate all that free “us” time until you have a job and a couple of kids. Now we think back and ask each other “What the hell did we used do with our time?”
Well, we listened to Toad the Wet Sprocket, for one thing. And we saw them in concert once, at a great big club in Fort Lauderdale, people wall-to-wall. The opening band was a freakish ensemble called Geggy Tah and when their set went on a bit too long, the audience turned on them and began chanting “Toad! Toad! Toad!” We felt terrible for the band members so we didn’t join in the catcall chorus but we were glad when they finally stopped playing and left the stage.
I’ll do the same. Here’s Toad.