I'm sure I've related this somewhere, probably on this forum, before and I'm sure to have set some of the niggling details and some of the timing adrift so any inconsistencies are mine and mine alone and I reserve the right to be as inconsistent as my memory requires me to be. But the fact remains that my introduction to Zappa coincided with my first real and enjoyable experience with radio.
It was very likely Christmas of '76 my brother and I got our very first real matching digital alarm clock/radios from my grandmother. These were the real deal; no more of that whir-whir-whir-kerchunk every minute as the numbers flipped over, these fuckers had real glow-in-the-fucking-dark numbers. I immediately traded mine, which must have had a broken antenna and no reception, for my brothers', which picked up a lot more stations. All it cost me was my new Asterix book, which I'd already read. Sucker!
I remember that weekend, fiddling with my awesome new radio for hours, going up and down the am and the fm dial with that nasty little white plastic earphone screwed into my ear. There seemed to be a lot more stations then and a lot more variety, at least so it seemed to me. Although we lived on a hill and had excellent reception, we'd never had a radio in the house, just one in the barn for the horses, so this was a wild new world for me. Sure, we had a radio in the car and some records at home but that just taught me to hate country and the saccharin crap that my mother preferred at the time. Delta fucking Dawn I never cared what the fuck that flower was you had on. Get the picture?
Yeah, so there I was, getting an earache from this nasty little earplug getting jammed up with prepubescent earwax (the worst kind dontcha know) when suddenly there was this lonely arctic wind blowing into my brain. Don't know what am station it was or how the dj got away with it but I got to hear most, if not all, of side one of Apostrophe ('). I distinctly remember hearing Father O'Blivion so it was probably the whole side. Thing was, I didn't even know the name of the band yet.
I was mesmerised. I was transfixed. I was 10.
And I didn't encounter it again until 4 years later, first year of high school, at my friends' house where a bunch of us skipped off an afternoon to go listen to his sisters' records. And as I was flipping through all these records, checking out song titles as I wasn't recognising most of the bands, there it was. I didn't get to listen to it then as all the rest of them wanted to hear was KISS and other drivel but my buddy took pity and taped it for me and even put Zoot Allures on side B. And then later he taped all his sisters' George Carlin for me too. I'd already become a huge Carlinite listening to the Sunday Night Funnies on ChumFM and then later on Q107 on my little clock radio. I lost count of how many times I fell asleep with that earplug in, rolled over and brought that heavy little bugger down on my head. Although it might explain a few things...
By this time I was heavily addicted to this new phenomena I'd recently discovered called 'stereo' and spent all my free time with our first 'real' Yorx stereo at home with some ginormous headphones that weighed in at about 12 lb. I alternated between that first Zappa tape, Carlin and the one he did for me of The Wall for months.
Yes, his sister had an excellent taste in humour as well as in music. In fact, it was her copy of Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail that got me hooked on Hunter Thompson. And the whole summer I was repeatedly getting my little mind blown apart she was in Spain, blissfully unaware of the impact she was making on a little backwards dweeb she'd never even met. Just as well, I'd probably have tried to propose to her or something...
Oops. I think this qualifies as my entry in the 'What are Zappa fans like?' thread too...
A verbal blort of Trendmongerish proportions...
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