My third “band.”
One summer weekend in 1995 I came home from college and my friend Bob asked if I wanted to go canoeing. I said yes. Little did I know.
We spent most of the night in two canoes on some little river the name of which I don’t remember. Some parts were so slow we had to drag the canoes over rocks. But other parts were pretty scary. I got hungry and thirsty. Then just before sunrise we saw we were heading into the mighty Ohio River and we had to scuttle to the shore. I was soaked and tired and thrilled.
When I went back to OU in Athens I started writing songs about canoe accidents and within a week I had an acoustic album (plus some) of songs all about (only about) death by canoe. A six-song EP contained 52 casualties—not sure how many were in the full-length release. My friends Josh, Gary, and, of course, Bob contributed. My favorite memory from the recordings is probably when Josh and I snuck into the dance studios on campus and recorded the piano for “On the Wide River.”