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True Origins of the Finchley Boys

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I might never have met Eric Swenson if my big brother Paul hadn’t decided to learn to play the cello. My mom wanted Paul to have the best teacher possible, so pretty soon he was going over to the Swenson’s house for lessons, where he discovered his teacher (a member of the famous Walden Quartet) had a son his age also attending Urbana Junior High. Eric and Paul joined the Dramatics Club that year and got speaking roles in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The star of that production, however, was Brian Ravlin, who at age 13 was already an elfin creature from another dimension perfectly cast as Puck. But talent-wise Eric towered over everyone; he matured faster and developed his immense artistic energies in multiple directions at once. Unfortunately, Eric’s mom was bipolar (long before any of us knew what that word meant—we just called ‘em “crazy” back then.) She also had a serious drinking problem. She’d stay up all night several nights in a row, then go bonkers eventually and start banging pots and pans at 3 AM just to annoy Eric’s dad. Eric told me he and his dad got so pissed they urinated on her while she was passed out on the couch after one of these all-night sessions. Eric laughed when he told the story. She disappeared one day, and you thought things would get better, but Eric quickly inherited the illness from his mom, going into rages, smashing everything in sight. He wasn’t like this often, just an hour or two every month or so. His father padlocked his bedroom and let the rest of the house turn to total shit. The sink was filled with the same dirty dishes for months on end. Most of the other interior doors were broken off their hinges. You understood the depth of Eric’s demons when you realized he could tear a door out of its frame. Eric stopped going to school and started eating all his meals at the local diner, Mel Roots, where his father covered the tab.

Eric had a life we all envied, following his every fantasy wherever it led, staying up as late as he wanted, doing whatever he pleased all the time. The nearby University of Illinois provided a lot of stimulus for him to explore. He was a rising star in the local community theater at 15, playing roles twice his age with ease. He developed a comic alter-ego named Swafford, named after a detested math teacher at Urbana Junior High. (Many years later, I’d stumble onto Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry, the pioneering work of absurdist theater and realize Ubu Roi was an exact replica of Swafford–right down to being based on a middle-school teacher of Jarry’s). Eric invented incredibly complex Swafford routines and acted them out in Swafford’s inimitable voice, elements of which were influenced by The Three Stooges. Some of these were so popular we made Eric perform them over and over, and they got more complex and more hilarious the more he worked on them. One of the grand episodes concerned a foreign-exchange student coming over to Swafford’s house for Thanksgiving, but when the turkey came out of the oven, Swafford’s immense greed was instantly activated and he quickly turns on the student in a rage rather than share his food. I remember snot flying out Swafford’s nose after he removed the imaginary turkey from the imaginary oven, smelled the aroma, and then flipped into a paranoid frenzy. Swafford was the sort of character who’d stare you in the eye and say “the sun is shining” when it was pouring outside. You couldn’t trust a word he spoke and Swafford was always hustling some con-job. When the Beatles arrived, Eric had become an instant fan. He liked Ringo the best, so he got a set of drums long before any of the rest of us had real rock instruments. One night in 1966 at the Tiger’s Den, Eric was watching a local band with Mark Warwick, when they both discovered they were practicing to Beatles’ records at home on their own. They decided to get together the next day at Eric’s. They were both 16. It was the beginning of the Finchley Boys, who would eventually become the most famous garage band of central Illinois, although Eric’s participation would end after just one gig.

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Written by Steven Hager

February 11, 2012 at 1:44 pm

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  1. The one gig with Eric
    was on the sidewalk in front of the Co-Ed Theatre to promote the local movie release of “Grand Prix” with Steve McQueen. Eric felt the band wasn’t ready to play out yet, but the rest of us were straining to go forward. Michael Powers replaced Eric on drums going forward.
    Eric was one of a kind, for sure, and one of the most complex and tortured souls I have ever encountered,

    Jim Cole

    January 31, 2013 at 10:15 am

  2. We hardly ever saw Eric’s dad. And I don’t know if Eric saw him very much either. But, he would put $5.00 on Eric’s drums in the morning, and that’s what he lived on. I guess that was to keep him from spending it all at once. But, we all envied him. Total freedom. No school. No one telling you what to do. And, $5.00 a day!

    You could almost always find Eric in the cafeteria at the Student Union, smoking Beedi cigarettes. Why Beedi’s? Eric’s logic was that they were so vile that no one would want to bum them from you.

    Larry Green

    January 31, 2013 at 12:20 pm

  3. I can remember Eric riding his bike down the street, singing “Money Can’t Buy Me Love”, his Beatles style bowl haircut swinging in the wind, as a gaggle of teenage girls chased after him screaming with glee.

    portiaiversen

    May 14, 2012 at 9:52 pm

  4. Thanks for the memories Portia!

    Steven Hager

    May 15, 2012 at 6:26 am


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