If you haven’t seen Ashley and Emily’s blog hop link ups yet, go check them out.
They are sharing childhood memories, and I have laughed, and resurrected long forgotten memories of my own, but sadly I have been too busy with real life to contribute so far.
Before I go another week without supporting two of my favorite bloggers, today’s topic is the radio.
I grew up in the country, the closest town only had one record store (other than the Wal-Mart). I was 15 years old before I ever saw MTV (That was 1993 if you’d like to laugh for a minute). I didn’t know Beavis and Butthead was a cartoon until my mom got her own apartment in town after my parent’s separation, and we had cable for the first time ever. I think the first CD I ever bought was Brooks and Dunn, Brand New Man, and I still love the song Neon Moon.
Shut up haters.
If you’re into obscure music and references, talking about music with me will likely annoy the shit out of you (I’m about 20 years behind on music knowledge. I love it, I just never made it point to be the girl who could talk to you about it and name every band, song, lyric and band member, even after being in a relationship and then marriage with a drummer for the better part of a decade).
We had top 40 radio growing up.
The stations from Fort Worth would barely tune in at our house. Our local stations were mostly country music.
My mom had Peter, Paul & Mary on vinyl.
I listened to her records a lot.
My dad was partial to country music and Roy Orbison.
My oldest brother was/is a musician, and he was in a hair band and played keyboards. He graduated from high school in 1987, and I saw him play in a battle of the bands once.
His taste in music influenced mine heavily. Pink Floyd, Chicago, Boston, Journey, Def Leppard, Whitesnake, Kansas, INXS, Quiet Riot. I can still vividly see all of those tapes and the gray Sony stereo that he kept in his room.
I can remember the smell of his white Fiero (it always smelled like Big Red gum), the way he’d brush his feathered hair before driving us anywhere, and the way the speakers were placed in the headrest of that car and blasted all his music directly into our ears.
I liked alternative music and heavier music as a teenager, but really, I’ll give just about any genre a chance.
And there’s a brief history of the randomness of my music collection.
The Eagle was the station I probably listened to the most growing up when I got to choose the station which was a rare event. This DJ, Kidd Kraddic, locked himself in the booth when Vanilla Ice’s song came out (1990?) and played it on repeat until they kicked him off the air.
My middle brother and I listened to it all day, and somewhere in a dumpster or a box in an abandoned storage building, there is a cassette tape documenting that day, as we hit record and laughed at this DJ play the same song on repeat for hours.
I can still sing every word of Ice, Ice Baby, much to the embarrassment of my adult self.
But at least as a grown person, I know where the catchy riff was sampled from.
If you can listen to this without bobbing your head, we probably can’t be friends.
Anyone else from the DFW area remember that?
No? Just me then?