I first heard of Michael Hurley by being invited (with my friend Daniel Binkley, who was my housemate at the time) to meet and play music with him. He was a friend of my friend Matt Downer.
I didn’t know who he was before that. So I wasn’t prepared. I was a big fan of the first two Holy Modal Rounders albums and heard that Michael Hurley played with them. That got me so excited. I still hadn’t heard the music he actually played with them in the 70s…
The one moment I really remember was really embarrassing. Michael Hurley was talking about many things, different people. He mentioned the name Stephen Foster. Somehow, from the context, I assumed he was talking about someone he personally knew. So I asked, “Who is Stephen Foster?” He was so disgusted that I didn’t know the name of one of the most fundamental American songwriters. “Oh Susanna,” “Camptown Ladies,” “Beautiful Dreamer,” etc. His reaction was something like, “The deplorable state of the young generation…” I think I was 22 years old.
He also told us about Abner Jay. I couldn’t wait to hear Abner Jay after his description. I think he said that Abner Jay worked in a restaurant in Chicago, and he asked the owner to buy him a banjo, saying he was a great banjo player. He got the banjo, but as it turned out, he didn’t know how to play the banjo at all. But he learned enough to play along to his songs. I never read that anywhere else, is it true?
Later on, my friend Daniel Westcott taught me how to play “Slurf Song” in the yard at the Chicken Ranch, a punk house on Tremont Ave in Chattanooga. I don’t think he knew who Michael Hurley was either, because at that point I would’ve recognized the name. Later on I found out that Michael Hurley wrote that song… and it felt magical that way. Like I was supposed to know him.
But he lived in Oregon and I have hardly spent any time there. I never met him again. Though Dan (the third Dan in this short post!) Beckman once told me I ought to play music with him, he’d probably want to play some more. I thought how great would that be? But I never had the chance. Sure wish I could’ve known Michael Hurley more.
Still, listening to his music so much over the years, Michael Hurley feels like a close friend. Or maybe an uncle.
I love you, Michael Hurley. Maybe we’ll play together again somewhere out in the stars.
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