My wife and I were on our Honeymoon in Toronto, staying at the Delta Cheslea Hotel downtown. The clock radio was playing a local station as we were getting ready to head out and experience Canada’s biggest city on our first morning there. Through the tiny speaker next to the bed, a guitar riff grabbed my ear, and I stood motionless, listening to one of the best new songs I had heard in a long time. It was a straight forward R&B tinged rocker, and it kicked! The DJ said it was “Three Pistols,” off “Road Apples,” the new album by local heroes, The Tragically Hip. I made a mental note to check them out further when my new bride and I got back to the U.S.
When the radio station went into a commercial break, I decided to go out on the balcony and take a look out onto Young Street. As I gazed across the road, glaring back at me was a huge record above an even bigger record store – “Sam The Record Man.” I told my wife of only a couple of days then (over 25 years now) that I was going there to get that album by that band before we went back home. She just shook her head, knowing full well that I would. And, on our last day in Toronto, before heading to the train station, that’s what I did.
And that’s how I discovered The Tragically Hip.