Happy Birthday Bob

I spent the summer of 1976 in the extremely remote town of Fort Simpson, Northwest Territories. I was sixteen years old. My job was to fuel the small prop-planes that serviced the tiny communities, unreachable by land, which dotted the banks of the Mackenzie River. It was a true frontier town. I was alone, there was virtually no one my age that I could talk to. When I wasn’t working I spent my time running upon the huge boulders piled along the banks of the Mighty Mackenzie or recklessly speeding along the backroads in the company pickup truck. I was told to always check underneath the truck before I moved it because there was a good chance that there would be someone lying there, drunk. I lived in a converted goat shed and I spent the summer in silence: except for Dylan. There was a beat-up portable turntable in the corner of my room and one album, Desire. By the end of the summer the grooves at the beginning of side one were so worn out that the tone arm would skid halfway across the platter and start playing somewhere in the middle of Mozambique. The bass line at beginning of One More Cup Of Coffee still jangles my innards, Emmylou’s harmonies on Oh Sister still make me swoon; Dominique Cortese’s’s accordion buried itself deep in my subconscious only to re-emerge ten years later when Jaro walked in to our life. Desire locks me in a place and time. Desire was my saviour. Happy Birthday Bob and thanks for this one of many, many fabulous memories.


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2 Responses to “Happy Birthday Bob”

  1. Barry Says:

    May 24th, 2011 at 10:39 am

    I think the first time I saw Bob was at the Akron Rubber Bowl w the Grateful Dead and Tom Petty in 1986, have seen him numerous times since- One of the greatest song writers of all time- Happy Birhtday Bob!!

  2. James Says:

    May 24th, 2011 at 8:39 pm

    My summer of 1976 was similar, but mostly different. I was 20 years old and living just off-campus at The Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio. I didn’t work that summer except for occasionally doing some light yard work for Mrs. Green and Winifred (that was a trip). As luck would have it, I didn’t take any classes that summer so I just partied my brains out with a bunch of friends. I also listened to a ton of good music on a very sweet stereo system; both Bob and Emmylou were on my playlist. It was by far my best and funnest summer ever! PS – Happy birthday Bob.