My Daughter Lucy formerly known on this blog as both Puppy and Wolfina is now a 19 year old adult in her first year at college at the University of Illinois. She is a double major in Creative Writing and English. She continues to sing in a choir and is rehearsing for her 3rd and 4th plays of the school year. Same old busy dynamo. Lucy is one of those students who seem to excel in everything she does. When she was applying at colleges this made it difficult for her to choose a major on her applications. I think she had a different major chosen for each school got applied at. At heart though she's a theatre/music/writer/artist type of person.
I'm sorry, this post is not supposed to be about Lucy, but about Dan Fogelberg. Earlier this week a new Fogelberg song was released posthumously. Fogelberg died at the age of 56 in 1997. The song, I know a Thief, was released on streaming services like Spotify as part of the celebration surrounding the 50th anniversary reissuing of Souvenirs.
So, what does that have to do with Lucy you ask, Is she a thief? Well she did steal my heart, but that's not quite what the connection is. Fogelberg matriculaed at the University of Illinois and while there studied Theatre and Art as well as writing, performing and beginning to record his future hits.
I visited Lucy quite a bit during her first semester at school. I went so often mainly to watch football games but we hung out as well. (Mostly kidding I hope.). Speaking of football games, If you didn't understand the title of this post, (and let's face it who did?), it is an allusion to the cheer they make at home football games for every first down, touch down , field goal and extra point U of I makes. The announcer says ILL and The crowd responds INI. Still don't get it? Now you know how my family feels.
On my way around campus especially on game days I've passed by a place called the Red Herring Cafe. I've always been interested to know a little of it's history. Well that turns out to be precisely where Dan Fogelberg performed and recorded many of his early works.
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| Red Herring Coffee House Poster 1972 |
My two favorite all time songs frim Fogelberg are Same Auld Lang Syne and Leader of the Band. The latter was also my only attempt at solo karaoke. I found out today through an
article in the Champaign Urbana News Gazette written shortly after Fogelberg's death that both songs have U of I roots, The meeting of the old girlfriend on New Years Eve in Same Old Lang Syne was a Champaign girl friend, the grocery store was on the corner of Green and Neil in Champaign, and at the end of the song when he talks about feeling like he was back at school he was referring to being on campus.
Fogelberg did not graduate from the U of I, he ended up dropping out to pursue his music. His Dad reluctantly agreed saying "to take a year of and see how it went". That is where the line "Thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go" in Leader of the Band comes from, which precede the lines I bawled at during my karaoke rendition -
"I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough"
That about it does it for my midweek music break talking about Peoria Native Dan Fogelberg, his posthumous release, and his time at the University of Illinois at the Red Herring.
Speaking of red herrings, people stopping by from my link at Weekly Writer's Workshop must feel like I attached the wrong link. The truth is, I have had such fun researching and writing this post I absolutely wanted to force it into the workshop and so I have.
This weeks prompt's were
- Write a post based on the word positivity.
- Write a post in exactly 9 lines (sentences).
- Got any big plans for spring (Easter) vacation? Tell us about them!
- Tell us about the most disastrous date you’ve ever been on.
- List some (1-5) podcasts you listen to.
- Daylight Saving Time — love it or hate it?
There are several I could do and I may come back and do a few more but today, I will focus on #4 as their is a Champaign/Urbana U of I connection.
Tell us about the most disastrous date you've ever been on?
It was November 1st 1985. I was in a long distance relationship with a girl who lived near Springfield IL. We at met at a college conference in 1984 when I was in a long term relationship with my high school sweet heart, The girl from the conference and I maintained a correspondence and talked on the phone occasionally. After a mutual break up with my high school girlfriend that lasted 2 years after graduation, we went on a few dates together, This girl was way out of my league but she did not know it. We bonded over our love for CCM Contemporary Christian Music and humor. I was working my first full time job and taking some time off college that year, I was still living at home so the full time job gave me funds for travelling back and forth between Chicago and Springfield.
As I recall, I was kind of playing the field for the first and only time in my life that summer and had gone out on dates with 2 or three other girls since the spring. Those dates were mainly platonic and similar to what we would have done as friends. Somewhere along the line things were getting more serious with the girl from Springfield, at least for me, and I stopped going on other dates.
She and I were both huge Amy Grant fans and we decided to go to Champaign and see Amy play at what was then called Alumni Hall on the U of I Campus. The concert was on a Friday and I think I spent Halloween visiting with friends at Eastern Illinois University.
I think we spent most of Friday together and at some point she told me she just wanted to be friends again. Most of our relationship before and during our dating period was via correspondence. She had decided that I was not the guy for her. I was at the point where I was thinking maybe I was. She seemed to think that we could just enjoy the concert as friends because of course I had 4-8 hours to process it. When I was a young man going to a concert with a girlfriend was all about holding hands during the love songs, and Amy Grant is all about the love songs.
The opening act was Bob Bennett who did a great set. He wasn't then but he now is one of my five favorite musical artists. His brand of adult contemporary kind of Fogelbergesque CCM does not give you too much to worry about on the love song angle. Amy Grant was her Unguarded self. She brought the dancing, the cuteness, and the love songs. We supplied the awkward. What was supposed to be a night to remember was quickly becoming one to forget.
This is a ticket from the concert I went to but not my ticket.
This is what big named Christian Concerts cost back in the 80's.
After the concert, we went our separate ways (although later we did resume our friendship by correspondence). I drove back to EIU and some of the awkward continued, because one of the girls I had gone on a few dates with earlier that year was the ex-girlfriend of the friend I was staying with. He seemed to think that I did it behind his back, which I don't know which way his back was pointed when we went out, but I never told him about it. He had found out that summer, and this was the first time we had spent any time together since. So it was kind of a bad night all around.
For a short time Champaign and Assembly Hall and even Amy Grant were all reminders of that horrible date. Long before Lucy got accepted there the place came to mean much more than failed romance.
I went to two mission conferences at U of I in 1987 and 1990. Both of these conferences were pivotal on the road God was leading me to missions work in my first few years after college. At the 2nd of those mission conferences I went with a group form my college and in that group was a young woman who was quickly becoming my best friend and rather slowly (7 1/2) years becoming my wife. Her name is Amy and I try to take her for Granted. (Sorry had to work it in, I'm contractually obligated to make a certain number of groaner puns). Also at that 2nd conference Amy and I and the other 20,000 delegates were treated to a conference ending year ending concert at Assembly Hall by another one of my top 5 performers of all time Randy Stonehill. (Yes, it would be a better ending to my post if it was Dan Fogelberg singing Same Auld Lang syne at the Assembly hall as he did twice in his career, especially singing it on New Years Eve.) Even the date of the Amy Grant concert, if it ever lived in infamy, has been redeemed as one of our 3 precious children was born on Nov 1st.
Thus ends my story about the influences of Champaign. I'll try to do one more midweek music break before the A to Z challenge begins next month, To at long last get back to The Weekly Writer's Workshop hosted by John Holton at the
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