It wasn’t entertainment, it was life itself…
I had to drive down to Rancho Santa Margarita for a birthday party, a two year old’s birthday party, the daughter of my nephew Andrew, who’s become the #3 BMW salesman in America. There I am boasting, I won’t for myself, but I will for him. And on the way down there we were listening to Peter Noone on Sixties On Six.
The world is divided into two camps, at least in America, those who subscribe to satellite radio and those who do not.
And I really can’t understand those who don’t. Right now the buzz in L.A. is about this terrestrial station flipping format, I’m getting e-mail about all the great tracks they’re playing, haven’t they ever listened to Deep Tracks?
So we’re in stop and go traffic, and I hear “Big Girls Don’t Cry.”
My mother bought that single. When parents were ancient and out of touch. But in reality, my mom was only 36. Oh, how times have changed, now 36 year olds consider themselves hipsters. But my mother was infected by that track and I played that single into the ground. My dad bought every one of the kids record players, he got them on closeouts, all-in-one devices, so we could have music in our rooms. He loved music, he played the violin, and there was a console stereo in the living room for music acceptable to all, usually show tunes, sometimes classical. That’s how we spent our Sunday afternoons, gray in Connecticut, listening to show tunes.
I once made my mother play all of her albums until I finally found a song that was stuck in my brain, it was “With A Little Bit Of Luck,” from “My Fair Lady.” I can still sing it in my head, that’s the amazing thing about music, you NEVER forget it.
And then Herman spun “Itchykoo Park.”
What did you do there? I GOT HIGH! Funny how they had that in a song, that was limit-testing back in the sixties, and believe me limits were being tested.
The Beatles came along and blasted all the doors open.
The only thing similar in my lifetime is the Internet. It didn’t exist, and then it did.
