“…here on Boston’s Only Classic Rock Station, WZLX…” Every single time I hear “Foreplay/Longtime,” I am instantly back to the 34 floor of  the Prudential Tower in the mid-90’s.

When I was on the air, doing overnights on the weekends, this song would always come up in rotation – right around the time I needed a caffeine kick to help me finish the show. I can still feel the slight fatigue of night from playing songs and taking phone calls from other night owls.  The phones usually died down around 4:15 to 4:45am.  My spots were pulled, I had already pulled the next show’s first hour of songs and commercials and I had already prepped the final hour of the show… days before (I was kind of eager  that way).

By that time in the morning, in those days, the focus points were dropping the CDs, loading the spots and making sure you still annunciated with the same level of enthusiasm as you did at 12:10am.  Of course, most of the 4a-5am set was usually mellow for the third shifters.

Just hearing the opening organ gave me a tingly feeling and when the drums and bass kicked in, I started to perk up a bit.  I, and I am sure countless other rock DJ’s in the last 33 years have, played air drums to this song.  When the opening salvo quieted a bit, preparing the listener for the intense vocals of Brad Delp, I’d head down the hall, make coffee and walk around the office for a lap.

In the summer, the sun would just start to come up over the Hub of the Universe, and I would reflect on the stillness of the office as the early light shown through the windows.

As the song wound down, I’d come back into the studio, look at my notes and the liner card one more time and as the song started to fade down, I’d don my headphones, crack the mike and repeat that same positioning statement, I still loved to utter.

This cover is by an 18 year old in Canada who is a whiz with the multi-track.  Thanks to Brian over at Coverville for posting and dipping my mind into the musical memory lane that was my early radio career.

On a side note, I am sorry for my Boston friends on the loss of WBCN… at least you still have BOCR (oh and ‘ROR too).

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Seeing Good Music

Tuesday, I had the privlegde of seeing a Jessica Harp perform at Joe’s Pub in Manhattan, for the Day Career.

Jessica has been a singer-songwritter for a while and had her first big success as a member as half of a power duo called The Wreckers, with Michelle Branch.  Branch did a song with Sheryl Crow a number of years back (yes it all comes back to either The Fab 4, Zep, Wolf, CSN, Cash or Crow).

Harp’s new album is a few months away from release, but she played a great deal of tracks from the new collection.  With the state of music today, it was so refreshing to hear and see a performer so in love with her craft (and her fiddle playing husband).

That’s why I have always and still do love Country music.  Even though some artists may be part of a machine, the art form still revolves around real music, and writing.  There were no suits in a board room on middle Madison Ave, trying to come up with a great money making idea.  No one walked over to a blue-eyed head of a radio group and said, “help me make this contrived piece of shit a hit.”  Country music is, for the most part, still pure and honest.  Similar to the indie scene, which I also adore.

Back to Jessica, now that I am off my small, little soap box.  The band was tight, the harmonies spot on and the lyrics heartfelt and playful.  To whet your appitite for the new record, here is the video of the first single, “Boy Like Me:”

Here are two songs by The Wreckers, this act has three of my favorite things: beautiful harmonies, female voices and melodies I can’t get out of my head for days. The first was theme for me in the winter of 2008:

 

R.I.P. Mr. Jackson

ripThey say that these things come in threes.  Tuesday we lost Ed and this morning the world lost Farrah Fawcet and Michael Jackson – just three hours apart.

Being a music head, I’ll make a comment or several on the passing of Michael Jackson:  I was by no means a fan. In fact, I had a small love/hate thing for him.

I own one single record by Jackson and it’s his 1982 masterpiece, Thriller. My mother bought it for me, because she thought that I should hear “new Motown.”  I liked it because it had a duet with Paul McCartney and I had a passing knowledge of who Vincent Price was.

One afternoon in most likely 1983, Mike from Hoboken and I, along with some other friends gathered in my den, to watch the full Thriller video and making of companion piece and we thought it was cool. This was, of course right before I discovered the Grateful Dead, CSN and Led Zeppelin (but not before I discovered Howlin’ Wolf and John Coltrane).

I remember my mom buying me a black version of the leather jacket with the mesh on the shoulders.  Mine was made of plether from Korvette’s.  My mom wanted us to be cool (and still does), but sometimes she missed the mark.

I will say that Jackson was a talented performer and when he was actually making music, a decent signer.  I’ll refrain from commenting on his non-musical life, because I am not a judge, even comically for these purposes.  He achieved success in a way that many entertainers dream of.  Did he find happiness?  I have no idea, but I hope he has found peace at last.

Jackson employed technology and brilliant people to make his dreams a reality.  In 1991, he took what Godley & Cream did with the video for “Cry,” and evolved the concept for “Black & White.”  It made such an impact, we had to watch it over and over in a class I took at Emerson.

Without Michael Jackson… Weird Al would have two less hits, part of Justin Timberlake’s routine would be fresh (as in new), and the world may never have known the dangers of too much plastic surgery.

In the late 1980’s I said that I would never forgive Michael Jackson for stealing the Beatles music and letting some of their most brilliant works be used to sell sneakers.  I am older now, and realize that such things should not hold forever.  I have an amount of respect for the musician and if Paul, Yoko, Olivia and Ringo can forgive you, then most certainly, can I.

R.I.P.

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