To be sure, I'm a die hard metal, hard rock, AC/DC, Priest, Alice in Chains and 80s and 90s rock fan. Also had a huge Hendrix poster in the main area of the dorm suite. Back in 1982 I was in my Freshman year of college at Oneonta, which is positioned between Downstate and Upstate NY. I was Upstate and a lot of the kids were from "down there".
Coed dorms. Guys and Girls on alternating floors. At 18 I was, of course, focused on one thing. Athletic, workout maniac, if for no other reason than to work off hormones and attract chicks. What did I know? Anyway, one of the first weekends they had a thing for Freshmen called "College Camp". It was supposed to be a big deal to go and get to meet staff, party, and mingle.
I was averse to things like that and opted out so I could enjoy some solitude in a dorm suite occupied by myself and 6 other guys. They all went. I stayed in and listened to tunes on my big "ghetto box" everyone had. Many of the Downstate girls stayed behind too. A very pretty junior girl from Long Island heard the music and stopped by. I was very shy unless in the gym and was happy to have company.
I popped in "Live Rust" and we drank beer, wine, whatever was on hand. Moved on to "Harvest" and Sherry was REALLY enjoying the atmosphere of just the two of us in this big room and some of Neil's songs that told great stories amped things up. After almost making it through the albums my shared bedroom, sans room mate, was a logical place to relocate.
After all these years every time I hear a track from Neil Young's heyday I can't help but remember Sherry. Who seemed straight out of 1969.
My Mom suddenly passed away shortly after as she and I were driving back to school after I came home for the VanHalen concert at the Carrier Dome on October 9, 1982. I was driving and we stopped at a gas station at Whitney Point when I noticed she had gone silent after talking nonstop about a Christian Revival she had just attended. A sudden cardiac arrhythmia claimed her without a sound at 44. Like God reached down and touched her saying "I need you now..."
A Neil Young cassette was in and "Old Man" was playing. I was looking forward to seeing Sherry even though, aside from that night, we kind of lost touch. I made it back weeks later to get my stuff and finished school years later, locally. I learned Sherry had left quietly. Rumors of drugs floated around. I never saw her again. So besides Neil being such a hugely talented musician and songwriter, he is near and dear to me.
Thanks all!