Flashback: My First Brush with Music and the Internet

I’m at my in-laws’ house today, where for some reason the DSL is acting like the old Hayes 2400 baud modem that I used to connect to AOL in the Dark Ages of the Internet. I first discovered teh Internets in 1994. Confused by all the hyperlinks that made up the World Wide Web (how can you find anything by clicking on a link?), I opted instead for now-outdated tools such as Gopher, WAIS and Archie. 

Using the Internet back then was like finding one’s way in a dark closet; you had no idea what was out there, sometimes you hit a wall, and other times you’d bump into stuff that would lead you to something useful. In 1994, I was smack in the middle of my Innocence Mission obsession, and since the group wasn’t gracing the cover of Rolling Stone weekly, I needed more information about them. 

I signed up for a Delphi account (anybody remember them?), which was totally text-based but seemed to offer the broadest range of services. (Even then, AOL, better known then as America Online, was looked down upon as a service for “newbies”.) I then began my quest.

It wasn’t easy. I ran into a lot of virtual brick walls; back then, Internet hosts weren’t always online, and I’d find something in a search result, only to be greeted with the 1994 equivalent of a 404 error. I learned basic Unix commands, sometimes having to learn a command to access an online Unix manual that would give me more commands. But one day, I hit the mother load: an archive of e-mails from a listserv completely dedicated to the Innocence Mission.

There were others like me. I was able to follow discussions, find similar fanatics, and learn more about the band. But best of all, I found lyrics to dozens of unreleased songs - songs that I had never heard, never knew existed. It was like discovering that a treasure existed, but not being able to get your hands on it.

No problem. With a handful of e-mail addresses harvested from the archives, I sent a few messages, joined the list, and got the list admin, then Keith Abbott, to send me cassettes of these unreleased songs that had been recorded at concerts. Most were audience recordings - muffled and garbled - but it didn’t matter. And there were a few radio recordings and demos of absolutely heavenly songs that rivaled most everything on their first two albums.

I then knew that the Internet was a powerful thing. Fourteen years later, I’m writing about music, watching my blog grow and reaching out to people worldwide. Today, I only wish my connection speed were better than it was back then.

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Flashback: My First Concert, Styx, 1983

There. I said it. Not only did I like Styx, but I saw them in concert. And this was not during the heyday of The Grand Illusion and “Come Sail Away.” No, this was after Kilroy was Here, the concept album about robots against censorship.

Styx played at Murphy Center in Murfreesboro, Tenn. where my family was staying during the summer. I was 14 and still a disciple of Dennis DeYoung and Co., although having heard their first single, “Mr. Roboto,” I was beginning to feel a little embarrassed for them. But I cajoled my mother into going.

My memories of the concert are fleeting:

  • The smell of pot rising from the seats below (I’m not sure how I knew it was pot smoke, not having smelled it before, but it smelled so weird that I knew it couldn’t be anything else).
  • Tommy Shaw showing (painfully) that he had no acting skills. (You see, the concert was performed as a rock opera, with Shaw playing the role of Jonathan Chance, a young musician who … er, never mind.)
  • James Young telling everyone that the devil had nothing to do with the writing of “Snowblind” (which led me to wonder with trepidation which songs he did have something to do with - “Fooling Yourself (The Angry Young Man)”? “The Best of Times”? “Babe”??).

But overall my memory is of seeing my boyhood idols performing the songs I grew up with, and I sang every song with gusto. Yes, Styx’s music has been compared with a parking lot full of whale vomit. Yes, their synthesizers sound more dated than disco. But they are still a guilty pleasure, and I own their Greatest Hits CD.

Hey, it could be worse. I could like REO Speedwagon. That is worse, isn’t it?

Styx - “Don’t Let It End,” 1983 (YouTube)

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