Funny, I Don't Remember...

"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, the rest of the clothes were tossed pretty much anywhere."

That was one of the many comments received regarding last week's blog, all of them not yet ready for posting without considerable name changing and other modification.  I had no idea that so many of my old broadcast buds could recall some of the epic parties of those golden days of open bars, traded out hotels, record company freebies, and a morality somewhere to the left of "whoopee".  Too many participants are going to have to step off the planet before those tales can be told.

There was that time in Tampa...no, wait, better not.  How about the naked cartwheel contest in San Diego?  Perhaps another time.  The trip to the transmitter to shut the station on and off just for laughs?  The FCC could still be looking into that matter.  My pal Johnny E's impromptu and uninvited on stage appearance at a local "gentleman's" club in San Francisco after becoming over served at a station holiday celebration?  Nope!  Those are tales awaiting more relaxed non-PC times which most likely will never come again.  I guess those of us who suited up for the big game should be happy we're still around to remember.  Sort of.

I do believe gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson nailed it with his apt summation of the music business:  "The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs.  There is also a negative side."

Oh, I nearly forgot.  Johnny boy, I left your RX-7 in the Chinatown Holiday Inn parking garage after that blowout in '82.  I'll look for the ticket and get back to you.  You may need a jump start.