Wednesday, March 10, 2010

In Case You Forgot: A Retrospective on the Magic That Was Chris Gaines


Where were you the first time you saw this face?

Chris Gaines' face, that is, not Garth Brooks. Just remember—that is not Garth Brooks! That is Chris Gaines! Australian-born, LA-raised, pooh-poohed-his-family's-dreams-of-him-as-an-Olympic-swimmer-so-he-could-become-a-tortured-rock-star CHRIS EFFING GAINES!!!

Just wanted to be clear on who we're talking about here. 

I was working in a Border's Bookstore in Cerritos, CA, when I was first ensnared by the magical gaze of this powerhouse of a performer, this necromancer of song, this puma of a man.

I was terribly confused. I had no idea what on earth Garth was doing. It took me some time to understand the whole concept. Unfortunately, by the time I understood his plan, it was all over. Chris Gaines had disappeared. All we were left with was a memory and a whiff of perfume.

I wonder what the music sounded like.

2 comments:

Patty said...

Well it was good while it lasted no?

Dave said...

So true. So true.