only the beginning

04/29/2024 0 By BuddyCushman

I remember a summer day, it was either late in the afternoon or early in the evening, and it would have surely been 1968. I walked the very short walk up to Butchie Davidson’s house. He took me into his bedroom, and on whatever turntable thing he had set up, placed an album over the spindle and played me the first Chicago album – its name and the name of the band then one and the same – Chicago Transit Authority.

Butchie had disovered it, heard it, and as a result purchased it at and in his freshman year at Syracuse University. He brought it home to Wareham for the summer – me all the way back from Cape Cod Community College – and shared it with me. From that summer day in 1968 on, my life was bigger. Music can do that.

I just wrote and published a book, and shared it with the world like Butchie shared CTA with me. It kind of feels the same. Stories can do that too.