cat stevens | "the wind" | teaser and the firecat | 1971
my interest in the doors opened a whole new genre to me, one that included my mom’s vinyl. by happy coincidence some fellow “skaters” were exploring their parent’s record collections as well. robyn (the male heir of a couple of hippie-leftovers’ creative naming) and jamie especially were my co-pilots in taking our group from being skater punks to becoming the neo-hippie bohemian vanguard at fairport high school. where once we were hassled by hall monitors for surly attitudes, we now were hassled for trying to go barefoot everywhere when it was warm enough. no, sadly, i’m not joking about that. i remember rob bringing a tape he made from his dad’s allman brothers record and how new the old sounds felt. the next day i brought teaser and the firecat from my mom’s collection and established my lunchroom cred (wussier suburban version of street cred).
the late winter and spring of 1991 were given over to painting, poetry, forests, indian religions and acoustic guitars. i know it’s cliché, but that time was really fun and still influences my tastes and outlook now (see all of february’s posts).
