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<\/a><\/p>\n\nOnce again I was driving the streets of southern Rhode Island late at night. These streets are the geography of my soul, the areas I travel regardless of where I actually live. In this case I was physically in Rhode Island but in a larger sense I will ALWAYS be driving the streets of southern Rhode Island late at night.<\/p>\n
I was listening to WRIU, the radio station at the University of Rhode Island. This is the station that I first heard The Replacements on, the station that was the soundtrack to my high school punk misadventures, the station that was like a small dark portal to the outside world the entire time I went to college which feels like it lasted 25 years.<\/p>\n
Cut to a post 9\/11 me. I am a raw nerve. I am struggling mightily to handle the aftermath of a painful divorce, balancing that with the joys of a new relationship, the difficulty of adjusting to a new model of parenthood, one that necessarily must include time spent away from my son. Throw in a little hint of drug\/alcohol addiction and major financial stress and what you have is a walking powder keg. 9\/11 has left me incapable of dealing with any of this in a healthy way. I’d probably been losing that fight before those motherfuckers blew up my city.<\/p>\n
I am back home for a summer stretch. Somewhere in some little dusty studio some college DJ plays a song. It shoots out into the ether. What are the odds that I would be one of the few to hear it? The station can’t have a very large audience, especially in the summer, and this was a late night show. If there were a thousand people tuning in I would be flabbergasted.<\/p>\n
The song was an acoustic doozy and it contained the refrain, “Thank you, Lord, for sending out the F train to me”. It also referenced Park Slope, my neighborhood, and basically seemed like someone had read the secret diary of my heart and put it to music.<\/p>\n
I had to pull over. I cried. I had a cathartic response. I don’t think I had my cellphone on me so I had to wait til I got back to my parent’s house to call in to find out what it was. As usual the DJ didn’t say anything about it when he recapped his play list. I listened and listened hoping that he would say, ‘And that song was…’ but he didn’t.<\/p>\n
There was no answer at the station. The next day I called again and spoke with someone who told me who the DJ was and that they didn’t keep logs of what they played. So I’d have to call again when his show was on. In the meantime I feverishly searched for the song on the Internet using key words…”F train”. “Park Slope”. The show had been categorized as an emo music hour. None of these combinations came up with anything on Google.<\/p>\n
The unnamed song haunted me. I asked music aficionados if they’d ever heard anything like it. No one knew what I was talking about. I didn’t have the artist name or the song name. All I knew was that it was a song about the F train. <\/p>\n
Finally I hit upon the right mixture of words and something came up. Mike Doughty. He’d been the lead singer of a band called Soul Coughing that had had some success in the 1990’s. One song I knew called “Circle”. <\/p>\n
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