During tonight’s Record Saturday live-tweet of The Replacements Let It Be, tweet me a pic (@libbycudmore) of you in your teenage years. Yearbook photos, class trip candids, the more angsty, goofy or dated, the better!
Three winners will receive a hand-picked record from the vaults of Record Saturday. You have until Sunday, Aug. 28 to reply, and make sure to tag your photo #RecordSaturday so that I see it.
I discovered the Tragically Hip in 2005, when I was working at a tiny sandwich shop in Cobleskill. The owner, who’s name I have long forgotten, would put on In Between Evolution. It was magic. It was like love. I asked her to burn me a copy, because I was so poor from the lousy wages she paid that I could barely afford rent on the apartment I shared with my sister, let alone a CD. She obliged, and that album became the soundtrack to one last hometown summer and of the strange year in New York that would eventually inspire The BigRewind.
And last night, my love for The Hip was rekindled as they performed for three hours in their final concert, broadcast live on the CBC. And not final as in “We’ll get back together in five years and tour again and you’ll pay big money to see it, suckers.” Final as in no more, the end, forever, because Gord Downie has terminal brain cancer at age 52.