Adams’ classic “Summer of ’69” has always been one of my favorite tunes, so I was stunned when he revealed that he lied when he wrote the song.
“Yes, I did get my first guitar that summer at the Five and Dime, and it’s true that I played it until my fingers bled,” Adams told the magazine. “I did start a band with some of my classmates, and we really did make an effort to get some gigs and make a name for ourselves, but things fell apart and the band broke up. I actually did meet someone special at the drive in, and I was sure it was true love, but you know how teenage romances are.”
“It was a very exciting, action packed summer, but definitely not the best days of my life,” Adams confessed, and I could almost hear Canada gasping in unison as I continued to read the interview. “The births of my daughters would definitely rank up there as the best days of my life. As would signing my first record deal and playing my first sold out arena show. Then there’s winning my Grammy, my induction into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, and starting my charitable foundation.”
“The Summer of ’69 was great, but nothing that happened back then would even make the top ten list of best days of my life now. When I look back now, that summer sure did seem to last forever, but that was all kid’s stuff.”
“Truth be told, Summer of ’69 just sounded right lyrically. If I’m really coming clean, I should admit that my buddy Brodie bet me I couldn’t write a hit song with sixty-nine in the title. Had to prove that hoser wrong, you know what I mean?”
This is why I renew my subscription to Rolling Stone, Eh? every year. I just never know what gem I’m going to come across when flipping through the pages.
What do you think, Modern Philosophers? Are you going to stop listening to that Bryan Adams classic now that you know it’s a lie? Are you willing to forgive him because the song just rocks? Are any of you interested in a gift subscription to Rolling Stone, Eh??
I look forward to reading your comments, but first I’m going to catch up on my latest edition of Rolling Paper (the pothead version of Rolling Stone)…