Friday, June 29, 2012

No. 706 – Walking in Your Footsteps


Performer: The Police
Songwriter: Sting
Original Release: Synchronicity
Year: 1983
Definitive Version: Live!, 1995

Shortly before I went to Northwestern, Scott made a bootleg tape of The Police concert shown on MTV from the Synchronicity tour in 1983. When I learned that The Police’s live album in 1995 was going have this show on one disc, I had to have it, because I had worn out the tape.

On the first drive to school at the end of September 1986, as soon as I got near enough to Chicago that I could pick up the radio stations, I turned off my tapes and went with the radio. I went straight to the Loop, which was the well-known rock station in town, like Q-FM in Columbus, and that brought me into town.

Right when the Lake Shore was ending before I turned onto Sheridan to complete the drive, the music stopped and the next DJs came on, and they were unlike anything I’d ever heard before. I couldn’t tell what they were doing—they weren’t playing any music—and I turned them off and went back to my music, but I remembered their names for later: Steve and Garry.

I got to Engelhart Hall, the grad-school residency dorm, just before the monitor left for the day, so I could get the keys to my room. This was going to be something of a new experience after the past few years at Wabash. Since my freshman year, I had lived in a house with two other guys, an apartment with two other guys and an apartment with one other guy.

Now I was going to be in a shared suite in a high-rise building that had 250 units. I had lived in the dorms at Wabash for a year, of course, but even Wolcott Hall had only about 40 individual units. Culture shock.

My room was on the second floor, and I saw right away that the window to my dorm room—and therefore bed—was going to be no more than 175 feet from the L. Having typically needed quiet while sleeping, this was going to be a problem, and the words of Jake and Elwood Blues flashed through my head: “How often does the train come by?” “So often you won’t even notice it.” I hoped that that would be true.

The dorm was a suite, as I’ve described, and the first order of business after I had moved everything up to my room and parked my car in the lot between the building and the L tracks, was to rearrange the room the way I liked it.

OK, the real first order of business was to get out the boombox that Jin let me take, plug it in and pop in a tape. The first tape I listened to at Northwestern was the Synchronicity concert bootleg.

The tape—and therefore the MTV concert that Scott bootlegged—differs slightly from the CD version. This is the third song on the CD but the second on the tape. I seem to recall that I popped in this tape as I unloaded my car, so that by the time this song came around, I was ready to get serious about moving furniture before I unpacked my boxes and suitcases.

The room was arranged so the bed was along the long part of the wall in a way that if you pushed your pillow hard at night, it could fall off the end. That would never do, so I put it in the corner, which also kept the bed out of direct sunlight. I had an East-facing, aka early-sunlight, window, so this was an added benefit. I moved the desk next to it where the bed had been, not unlike the arrangement I had had at the condo at home, and then put the dresser on the wall opposite the window and the tall bookshelf against the wall between the door and closet. It all fit perfectly.

That was some comfort when I finally bedded down only to be awakened moments later by the rumble of the L building speed as it departed the nearby Foster Avenue stop. It went by often, and I noticed every time. This was going to take some getting used to.

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