Mom rarely listens to much, but I find that Dad and I have similar themes running through. Aritsts I remember listening to from his crate of records:
The Band, Rolling Stones, CSNY, Al Green, Four Tops, Temptations, Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson, Bruce Springsteen, Bill Withers, The Fugs, Steppenwolf, Rare Earth, Doc Watson, Charlie Daniels and one Alice Cooper 8-track, though I don't remember which one.
That made for a good foundation, and a stroke of luck saved me from the 80s make-up and hairspray pop-metal. From 6-9th grade, I rode a bus with a pretty permissive bus driver. One guy on the bus would beatbox and bring in all the new rap tapes and the bus driver would play them.
EPMD, Ice-T, NWA, LL Cool J, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, 2 Live Crew, Too Short and the big one, Public Enemy. He even had a black satin PE jacket with the crosshair logo on the back. I would kill for that today.
When I got to college, after bumbling around for a year, I found some likeminded people and discovered the previously formidable Ruston, LA music scene, including a bunch of people who were pissed and jealous about Jeff Mangum hoofing off to Athens and Colorado and leaving Ruston to the flunkies like us.
The silt left behind from the now-stagnant scene was full of people with all kinds of different musical tastes and even some talent, which led me even further from the radio dial. Except of course for KGRM, Grambling State University radio on Sunday afternoons.
_________________ A poet and philosopher, Mr. Marcus is married and is a proud parent.
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