Bob Seger - Night Moves

I love Bob Seger. Of the many records I own I do not own one Bob Seger recording.

The CD format broke when I was very young. My dad bought a Stranger In Town CD and he would listen to it on repeat because it was one of his only CD's. It was during the summer that my father would barbecue out in the backyard while blaring music through the open windows in the back of the house. Bob always sounds better while barbecuing in the summer.

Strangely enough "Night Moves" is not on Stranger In Town but I remember hearing it many times that summer. I cannot explain this.

Now, I did not grow up in the sixties and did not learn about love in the back of beat up 60's Chevy. But damn, this song makes me a nostalgic mess for growing up, my high school friends, my first kiss and my first love. All this stuff kind of sucked when it happened, but when "Night Moves" is on it become a glorious sepia toned trip that feels warm all over.

When I heard this record I did not anything about Bob Seger so I invented a story for Bob. Bob worked in a auto plant in Detroit full time right after barely graduating high school. His grades suffered because he tried to learn every Elvis Sun single on his guitar.

He would work all day at the plant and then would drag himself to practice with the Silver Bullet Band at night. All the practices would start out with a raucous cover of "Johnny B. Goode" and then would promptly deteriorate into drinking too much. They would try to play songs they don't know and would barely manage a riff before trying another song. The next morning Bob would scrape himself off his bed for another day of work at the plant. One day during a really humid summer day Bob is playing outdoors on the third stage at county fair. Between the cotton candy and the corn dogs a music producer sees Bob and the rest is history

Now we have allmusic.com and I know none of the above is even remotely true, but when Bob suddenly appears on my local Oldies station it all becomes true in my mind again.

Lyric of Note (As I heard it):

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Aint it funny how the night moves