This 1978 song topped my personal charts, winning out over the Bee Gees and Andy Gibb that year. I was, and remain, a hopeless romantic –my playlists have always been overflowing with love songs.
At the time, my uncle Tom was living with our family. I remember him cutting mix 8-track tapes to sell, drawing from a vast collection of records that included Anne Murray, the Bee Gees, the Commodores, Barry Manilow, Wings, and more. For the few months he was around, 70s music was alive in our house.
I was a skinny kid, living behind my parents’ store –a small business that sold everything imaginable: housewares, hardware, over-the-counter drugs, electronics, bikes, underwear, propane tanks, comics, Louis L’Amour books, bootleg 8-tracks. For a period, we even added a pool hall and a video rental store. It was like a mini Walmart, Dollarama, and Blockbuster rolled into one.
That store became my workplace for the next seven years, where I sold everything and learned, piece by piece, how the world of commerce and music intertwined. I Go Crazy was the soundtrack to those days romance, music, and life unfolding in equal measure.
