Comments on: uh, i didn’t inhale?

By: JoC

JoC — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 06:35:31 +0000

Yes, Neil Young. His was the first concert I saw with my husband.Interestingly, my bigger boy loves his massey hall performance of “Dance, dance, dance” and wouldn’t let us play anything else for now.

By: ex-ex-alien

ex-ex-alien — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:16:16 +0000

Greetings. Long-time lurker, first-time “commenter”.

Beautiful post. The third time I ever got high was at a NY concert (Halifax, 1996), thanks to someone at the end of the row who lit one up and passed it down. The next time i saw him I was merely high on “life” (Fujirock Festival, 2001), but it was magic both times.

My copy of Galapagos (bought 2nd hand in Halifax sometime in the late nineties) disappeared somewhere between the 1st concert and the 2nd one. Don’t know if it was the one that was mentioned or not.

Anyway, I love what you do. Keep up the great work.

By: mimi

mimi — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 23:21:31 +0000

You’ve written up so well that experience of that love … I mean it’s yours, but I’m sure a lot of us have a very similar story. Same arc. I do. Ahh, age. Gives us ample leisure to remember, to rethink.

By: Holly

Holly — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 02:08:44 +0000

Aye, Neil Young is playing the last day of Jazz Fest and I have been trying to find all sorts of reasons why we just can’t do it.

All this awesome nostalgia is making that task very, very hard.

By: Lisse

Lisse — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 02:00:02 +0000

I am not a Neil Young fan, but I loved this post.

I also loved the comment that jen (18) left. We’d never go back, but there’s still that ache.

By: janet

janet — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 21:30:32 +0000

Your story stirred up memories of my very first university crush. Not quite a Derek, more an unrequited love that cut me deep. Or that’s how I felt at the time. Now there is a dude in this town where I live with the very same name who sells real estate and looks, on his lawn signs, like a less Adonis-y version of my crush.

By: jen

jen — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 23:24:45 +0000

i think moments like this, sounds like this have defined so many of us, searing a time in our lives that we can still taste.

By: bon

bon — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 21:10:30 +0000

Kaspar…lol. i read that copy of Galapagos. sadly, i didn’t get it in the split. ;)

those rugby parties were at MY house. it’s a good thing i didn’t clean in those days, or the thought of them would’ve given me conniptions.

By: Kaspar

Kaspar — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 19:39:28 +0000

Derek!

The guy still has my copy of “Galapagos” by Kurt Vonnegut.

He was a fun guy to play rugby with though. Remember those chaotic rugby parties with people chugging beer through a pink lawn flamingo with the beak cut off?

By: Beck

Beck — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:26:30 +0000

That’s funny – I had a pot-smoking, wall-punching boyfriend, too. I wonder if it was the same guy, making the rounds?
I’ve had “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” running through my head for days….