Let me just say that this coronavirus situation is the most unprecedented, painful, confusing, frightening thing I’ve seen in my lifetime, which is not to diminish or compare it to anything others have gone through. But, watching friends, family, colleagues and strangers deal with this is brutally difficult.
That said, I thought I might divert things a little bit, and taking a cue from our sports editor Stephen Hargis, who wrote a highly entertaining piece on Sunday recounting his 30 years here at the paper, I thought I might share some of the more memorable moments of my almost 33 years.
These are just memories and not meant to be any kind of a ranking.
I wasn’t around for the old Jet-Fli Spectaculars of the late ’60s-early ’70s, nor did I frequent Governors or the Rock and Country Club. So for me, the Chattanooga music scene started with seeing my brothers’ band, Musical Moose, at Duck Soup Deli and then the Brass Register around 1978-1980.
It kicked into high gear a few years later when The Targets, later 37 Targetz and The Malemen, used to bring crowds large enough that people were dancing on the tables. Standing in a line stretching down Patten Parkway to see the White Animals at Yesterday’s was pretty strong, too,