By: Live<\/p>\n
I still remember the day I purchased the\u00a0Throwing Copper\u00a0<\/em>album.<\/p>\n My mother was working at a music store in Calgary, and I used to go in with her sometimes for singing lessons. The lessons themselves were only an hour long, but I cherished them (I had a massive crush on my teacher; we mostly did showtunes). During my free time, I would play around with one of the display guitars, or go to Chapters across the parking lot and read. Sometimes I would wander over to the record store. They sold new albums, but primarily they dealt in used CDs and cassette tapes, and often I could find obscure or rare gems within the carefully ordered shelves.<\/p>\n I’d been meaning to pick up some Live ever since my grade ten English teacher asked us to write an essay based on the song\u00a0Lightning Crashes.\u00a0<\/em>I wrote about the idea of reincarnation. At the time I really didn’t know much about Eastern religions, but he liked the essay, regardless. More importantly, the song turned me on to the music of Live. At the time I didn’t have a whole lot of my own albums; mostly I borrowed CDs from my parents or my older sister. My collection consisted of: Ace of Base’s The Sign<\/em>, Dance Mix ’94, No Doubt’s\u00a0Tragic Kingdom\u00a0<\/em>and some Weird Al.<\/p>\n Live was the perfect first expansion to a paltry collection. I promptly bought\u00a0Secret Samadhi\u00a0<\/em>after that, and my girlfriend at the time gave me\u00a0The Distance to Here\u00a0<\/em>for my birthday.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-kIJo736R0e4\/TlHo8ojtZgI\/AAAAAAAAFk8\/Cbr5GUW6zL8\/s400\/tc.jpg\")
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