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Gary O' - Strange Behavior

Strange Behavior is an album I remember fondly and for many years I looked for it on CD - I never did find a copy. When I set up my old system in the basement, this was one of the first records I played (to be fair, it's not like I had a lot of vinyl left to choose from, but what I had left was special, at least to me). I could picture Gary standing there playing his Roland G-707 in a sheepskin collared bomber jacket - he was the epitome of cool. In short I was having a great time reminiscing.

I'm playing this now and partway through the first side the little things that irritated me back then, weren't as pronounced now. I'm a sucker for hi-hat work, and a good drummer, sure the Simmons kits in the early 80s had a sound that defined the decade, but in terms of any accentuating hardware was practically non-existent here. The result on Strange Behavior is a driving beat without any accoutrements so to speak, although here and there buried in the mix you can hear a symbol or two.

Even back then it was an album that felt somewhat "meh" at times but there were a few really bright spots. The opening track "Get it While You Can" is still as awesome as it ever was, the album's closer "Shades of 45" is a mini masterclass in pop magic, and "Young Love" is one of those ear worms that is hard to forget. Those songs were on a lot of mix tapes. "What are Friends For" is another decent song and features some wicked keyboard work, and an orchestra hit that first took the world by storm a year earlier on Yes' "Owner of a Lonely Heart" and hadn't yet been overused to the point of parody - but I can't remember it being singled out on any of my tapes.

1984 was also a great year for releases that never had a follow-up - yeah, I'm thinking of Billy Rankin a guy who should have been huge, but got caught in the perfect storm of bad management and bad timing. I know it seems like I'm lukewarm to this one, but I'm not - the sum of the high points more than make up for any lulls and I'll happily play the album through from end to end. For years I'd look to see if he released a follow up - nothing ever appeared. I did pick up his earlier effort, 1981's Gary O' and while it was okay and had a couple of decent songs, it wasn't an album that resonated with me. 

I love reading through credits, and in the early 80s when the Fairlight was the go to gadget, there were a handful of programmers who seemed to be in demand. In Canada, Dee Long, who was a former member of Klaatu, was the guy people went to. From Strange Advance to Rational Youth he was part of the sound of the 80s.

Gary did have some success as a songwriter, and had a decent hit with 38 Special the year before Strange Behavior came out. Which probably helped him get this record out. I had always assumed the album did pretty well in Canada, but there's not a lot of information out there, and I'm guessing it didn't sell as well as expected and he was likely dropped by his label. Funny when you're a kid and something is on the radio or has a video on the TV you think of them as being famous.

Too bad.

That's Gary on the back cover. He's got the mismatched shoes, the one argyle sock, the cigarette and giving the camera a crotch shot. He was all in all, pretty nerdy - but it was cool nerdy and even Ogre would likely have a beer with him before heading out to torment Robert Carradine and Anthony Edwards.

Strange Behavior is a petri dish containing all the best parts of the 80s and listening to it is a lot more fun than you'd expect.


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