Welcome to the fourth installment of Music Mondays. This week we’re going retro and traversing over 9000 miles to Melbourne, AU, as we relive Crowded House‘s third album, Woodface. It was the summer of 1991 and I was taking my monthly trip to Co-Op Records to see my trusted music aficionado friend, Bill Douglas. Yes, an honest to goodness record store, remember those things? For those who have no clue what I’m talking about, these were magical places where only the coolest kids/young adults worked. We’re talking before [insert craft brewery here], before [insert robot/fruit tech company here], and before [insert Pacific coffee conglomerate here]. If you worked there, you were on the cutting edge of musical trends and social change. Everyone valued your opinion until you became an elitist music snob. Then only half the people valued your opinion. Fortunately, Bill wasn’t the elitist type.
He was there not only to discuss what I liked, but also to introduce me to plenty of new bands and genres I hadn’t considered. He was also there to remind me about new releases from favorite bands. Enter Woodface. While I thoroughly enjoyed Crowded House’s eponymous album and Temple of Low Men, Woodface came at a time when I had quite a few other CD’s piling up in my “to listen” stack and for whatever reason it was buried and lost. It wasn’t until the end of the year that I found it again and gave it a listen. I immediately kicked myself for losing track of it. So many good tracks and I was still embracing the mix-tape craze (while some friends had CD players, most still had cassette players). I felt like I missed my opportunity. Still, I was in my early 20s and enjoying the way the disc fit into my relatively carefree life.
Fast forward many years – now with plenty of life experience under my belt – and I have discovered the disc again. And again. Seemingly each time I’ve gone back to this disc, I’ve found some nuance that I missed before or a song (or nine) will take on new meaning. Fall At Your Feet, Weather With You, Whispers and Moans, There Goes God, All I Ask, As Sure As I Am, Italian Plastic, She Goes On, and How Will You Go have all taken on different meanings and significance over the years.
I’m sure I said it at the time, but in case I didn’t… thanks for the reminder, Bill.