This original post of mine (from almost exactly five years ago) was really just more about me and my associations with a song by the band Game Theory from back in the mid-1980’s, but that band’s lead singer and primary songwriter, Scott Miller, died earlier this week at age 53.
After disbanding Game Theory, Miller formed the equally great Loud Family, but sadly never really attained the recognition he deserved. I’d originally heard him via a great compilation called The Enigma Variations, but it was the track I discuss below off The Big Shot Chronicles (a song that was frequently playing in a series of connected dorm-rooms that a few friends of mine lived in dubbed “The Power Suite”) that made me a fan.
I wish I could say I was as versed in his music and many of my fellow music-geek peers are, but that’s just not the case. I had a couple of his records and enjoyed them thoroughly, and was very sad to hear of his passing. No cause of death was disclosed.
Anyway, here's that original post...
Again, I usually like to have some grand design for posting music here, but my only impetus for putting this song up today is that Spring hath sprung. I first heard Game Theory in my sophomore year of college, wherein a gaggle of significantly hipper friends of mine strove to pull me out of my none-more-black phase of listening exclusively to vitriolic hardcore, vintage punk, slack-jawed metal and histrionic goth rock. Along with bands like The Feelies, The Plimsouls, The Dream Syndicate, The Three O'Clock, The Smithereens, The Hoodoo Gurus, Let's Active, The Lime Spiders, Pylon, Guadalcanal Diary and a host of others, Game Theory showed me that there was indeed life beyond the skull-cracking resonance of the almighty power chord. This was back when they called this brand of jangle-heavy, paisley underground fare "college rock". And yea verily, it was good.
There's assuredly nothing duller than listening to some forty-year-old, midlife-crisis-suffering windbag wax nostalgic about the music of his college days. I used to groan and grimace when I heard my own father bust into impromptu and entirely unsolicited a capella renditions of hits by the Young Rascals and Credence Clearwater. I imagine my own children will similarly blanche when I spontaneously air guitar to old nuggets by the Circle Jerks and Motorhead. But in all candor, "Make Any Vows" by Game Theory -- especially its seamlessly simple guitar hook -- takes me right back to a series of maddeningly beautiful Spring days spent out on the sprawling quadrangles of grass around the Denison University campus, watching my friends play hackey sack (a skill I never mastered, much less aspired to master) and attempting to divine the perfect way to ask that girl in Sociology/Anthropology 101 out on a proper date (which never transpired, alas).
Turn it up. Blow off class. Get outside.
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