Hanging With The Fishes

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

I spent a great deal of time at The Fishes’ house during the Summer of 1998. Stef was staying there and where Stef was, well, that was where I wanted to be. Surprisingly, I don’t think they ever got really testy with me being there all the time, at least not until later on in the summer when I got mono and they were worried me being around might not be the best idea for Angela and the baby she was carrying.

In terms of specific memories from that summer, I have only a few. Some of them I’ve already addressed, but one in particular seems like it should be mentioned here because it hasn’t already been talked about.

When the new Barenaked Ladies album, Stunt came out, I was right there at the record store to buy it. Their single “One Week” had infected my brain just as it had infected the brains of countless millions. The trick with that album was, I didn’t get to listen to it at home in my stereo, as had been the custom for years. Instead, I ended up listening to it in the Fishes’ living room.

Ma and Pa Fish weren’t around. I can’t remember why. I know they did go away for a week or so that summer, but I can’t remember if this was the week that happened. Anyway, I don’t think Angela or James were around either. It was just Stephanie and I, to the best of my knowledge.

Maybe Ang and James were there but just in the other room. I don’t know.

Anyway, I wanted to listen to the album bad. That was the whole point of buying it. I asked Stephanie if she thought it was alright and she said yes and I listened to the album right there in their living room.

I bring this up because I was so damn nervous about listening to the record and noboby probably cared.