the old man still clung to mountain
1980 two I guess. Maybe eighty three. We were still riding our bikes to Jr. High and Jeremy Fletcher had a waterbed with white sheets – they had an orange circle for the sun, a mono-chromatic sun, completely round, and palm tree silhouettes in brown. Loren Pokorny wore underwear with antique cars on them. My parents let me put holes in the wall with push pins to hang my posters. They didn’t care how many poster I hung up. I bought one at the poster shop in the mall. It had a Porsche, a bottle of wine and a woman in a bikini. I didn’t know anything about Porsches, wine, or women. I don’t care about Porsches and wine now. The image of the woman still has my interest. My parents let me cover my door with red and white WHEB stickers. The whole thing. Probably 120 stickers. It was the rock station. A whole stack from where ever promoters left them. I can’t remember now. The mall? Gas stations? Dad wouldn’t let me cover the Ford Granada station wagon sitting in the driveway. Said it would hurt the trade-in value.
Those are the good old days as far as I remember them.
Can’t remember if it was WHEB but someone in Portsmouth had a car completely covered in radio station stickers. I think it was whatever station was across from the Bratskellar.
Comment by Lyle_s — November 10, 2009 @ 9:13 am
so often, lately, i think about those good ole days too. usually involving old stickers on my walls and music on my tape cassette. ahhhh, miss em.
Comment by molly — November 10, 2009 @ 8:57 pm
It was WHEB, my guiding light from 1980-1989. Dr. Demento would play at midnight on a Sunday and I would go to sleep with the headphones on under my star wars bed sheets. Monday morning I would get to school during 2nd period and go straight to the office, still humming the novelty songs like “Mexican Radio” or “The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde”.
Comment by oggy — November 11, 2009 @ 7:41 pm